Grandmothers should always wear perfume. And please, keep it generic. That way grandsons can look for them in the candle section of every gift store ever.
When I moved away from home, I was surprised the first time I smelled something like Grandmom. I think she wore a perfume called Sand & Stone. It’s a scent full of flowers, a hint of sugar, a hint of salt, and a little bit of cut grass. My grandmother smelled like flowers. The first time I found her I was hunting Christmas gifts at Bath & Bodyworks in college, the scent in a bottle of lotion called White Gardenia.
I have found my grandmother in shops around the world. I smell all the candles everywhere, and everywhere I always find her. We live on opposite sides of the country now, so I have started buying these candles and lighting them in the morning when I write. A wisp of perfumed air flies by, and suddenly I am on the church pew next leaning against her arm, doodling on a sermon outline, anxious to run home and pick up our game of Jailhouse Rummy.
Wear perfume, grandmas. It gives the ones you love a scent to find and follow home.