A new you emerges from the ashes of 2020, smelling garden-fresh like Caesars Palace The Empire. Rose petals sift over you, soft where they brush against your skin and leaving the air perfumed with their heady scent. That smell is one of victory, of knowing you have the fortitude to face whatever life throws your way.
You stroll over the stone walkway edged with marble statues. You are among greatness in this new year, with a chance to accomplish anything you set your heart to. Water from a fountain sprinkles over a pool, and the blue sky opens wide overhead, limitless with possibilities for what the new year can bring.
The previous year is left behind you, and everything in front of you is ripe with aspirations that bloom with the same beauty as the roses framing either side of your path. You breathe in the luscious perfume and let it rev up your motivation until victory is pulsing in your veins as surely as it is all around you. It starts in your chest like a war drum in thumping beats and spirals out into your limbs with a heat that makes your muscles burn for action.
You don’t want to walk on that path anymore. You want to sprint toward everything you ever knew you could attain. And at the end, waiting up on a pedestal, is a golden laurel wreath, a symbol of triumph just as the roses have become one of victory. It is your destiny in this new year.
Your body glides with the ease of a warrior. Your breathing is even despite your exertions, relishing the clean, sweet fragrance in the air that leads you toward the pedestal. No one stands in your way as you reach for the glint of gold, warm from the sun against your fingers, as you claim it and affix it to your head. All around you, cheers rise, rife with celebration and joy.
The victory you have won is shared by all, indicative of an optimistic year in which we all can succeed. You’re handed a bouquet of the very flowers that guided your way to this achievement, a bundle of roses—some tightly budded, others in full bloom, each one richly aromatic. People crowd around you, wanting to be close, wanting to part of your victory, because this year will not only be better for you but everyone. It’s a clean slate where anything can be written.
The floral notes of the roses mingle with other scents in the garden: jasmine, lily of the valley, orange, cedarwood, a hint of amber. All of these come together to create the sheer perfection of Caesars Palace The Empire Scent. It is as symbolic as the laurel wreath on your head and the statues in the garden. It is the smell of hope and a promising start.
Go forth into 2021 with the confidence of a good year, and don’t just carpe diem, carpe annum—after all, why have a day when you seize an entire year?