When the last run is done, the fun begins—let your long-awaited evening of hot tubbing, indulging and unwinding commence. Winter florals fill the air as memories of the downhill thrill glide across your mind, cheeks still flushed from winter’s crisp breeze. Just outside the window, the snow sparkles from the sun’s last glimpse as it dips behind the slopes. Relax your muscles and your spirit, and take in all that the lodge has to offer.
Fragrance notes: sparkling snow, iced peonies and sugar-coated woods.
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