SORA DORA Lü Bu

Black and gray descend upon the plain. In the twilight of the mists that fall and cling to the landscape, Lü Bu. He stands out, a crouched shadow—the sublime fog of battle’s end. Nearly dead, the man once most feared in the Empire, son of iron and fire, betrayed by his own people and then a traitor to the Kingdom, is consumed by his own legend. 
In a dense, dark, and magnetic fragrance, SORA DORA marks its rebirth today. Like an olfactory scar, the notes—direct, almost metallic—open with a sharp, tannic clove, trailing the acrid scent of blood on a still-warm blade. As the heart beats faster, between the initial shock and the silence, a piece of burning paper blazes—a forgotten altar—while the noble, powdery iris whispers of the hero’s solitude.
More than glory and power, Lü Bu speaks of sacrifice and memory. A fragrance like an oath. One that does not seek to please. One that chooses you just as a weapon offers itself to its warrior. Loyal to all those who carry their shadows with pride. Whose presence is an epitaph. Whose silence is a declaration.

To your battles.