When I think about a perfume that is familiar to me, I often have an image in mind of the kind of women it embodies. My tastes range pretty wide, and it makes sense; each fragrance in my collection speaks to a different aspect of my personality.
Patchouli, vetiver, and other earthy scents unfold a vision of my mother: athletic, adventurous, and a little wild.
Shalimar, my mother’s mother, who I’ve talked about often enough here.
Chanel No. 5: pretty, slim, blonde, and knows the meaning of “investment portfolio.”
On my recent vacation at the Oregon coast, my husband and I were able to spend a couple days with my paternal grandparents, who reside in Waldport, Oregon, another coastal town about 30 minutes south of Newport (where we stayed). On one of these visits to Waldport, I asked my grandmother, as it has become my habit to do, “what perfume do you wear?”
While her glory days are long past, Joan Killingstad remains a natural blonde with violently blue eyes. She never smoked, raised eight children without complaint, and is renown—in our family anyway—for her financial prowess.
She was, and is, a Chanel No. 5 woman.
Above image is Joan Killingstad and Charles Nichols (grandpa) around 1956.