symbols of splendor

This post will be quick as I'm away on business at the lovely Fairmont Princess in Scottsdale.  Since I arrived Saturday night, I've been booked full with presentations, networking and decadent delicacies (the snacks at these things are always ridiculous: think spicy ahi tuna sliders, warm butterscotch cookies with ice cream, and a make-your-own-trail-mix bar), but that doesn't mean I haven't had time to appreciate the resort's charm.

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After being escorted to my room by one of the resort's many bell boys (who insisted they had a no-tips policy) and taking in the space and its stylings, I classified the resort into my "top-notch" hotel category.  As I did so, I pondered about what really differentiated it from one of the hideaways in my "fine for a night" classification.  My gut told me I was habitating in nice lodging, but what were the things that launched a hotel from lame to luxurious?

A white duvet = Fresh, crisp, and clean

You can't have a sumptuous sleep without it

Comfy, cozy reading area?

Check.

Room service served with a succulent =

Pampered by a plant

Delicious smelling goodies for my hair and bod?

Love it. 

(Especially when housekeeping gladly fulfills

your request for an extra 5 bottles of each.)

That little towel that somehow ends

up neatly organizing all of your toiletries

sometime between when you left in the morning

and come back at night.

Magical.

A mini bar without an electronic movement detector.

Okay fine, not all hot hotels come sans sensor,

but you've got to agree: those things are a pain.

What are the things that dictate decadence to you?

xoxo

KK