Charity Robey

Olfactory Island

REPORTER FILE PHOTO What’s that smell?

Published in the Shelter Island Reporter on July 28, 2016

A few summers back, Bond No. 9, a luxury fragrance brand, made a bold announcement. They released their newest scent called “Shelter Island,” declaring, “The East End is now fully perfumed.”

Bond No. 9 had released a bevy of new fragrances with names evocative of wealth, power and luxury; names such as Hamptons, Montauk and Sag Harbor. Prices were similarly aspirational — $295 for 100 milliliters, an amount so tiny it would sail through security at JFK.

Bond No. 9’s advertising for Shelter Island describes it as a summer beach scent with “an astonishing marine oud.” Thinking oud must be a new variety of hot pepper grown on the shores of the Creek by the Sylvester Manor Farm, I investigated further.

Shelter Island perfume contains notes of citrus zest, black pepper, white lilies, algae extract, sandalwood, amber, myrrh and musk in addition to oud, which turns out to be oil derived from a resin excreted by the wood of a mold-infected South American tree.

Of the ingredients Bond No. 9 used to make a scent to represent Shelter Island, only the white lilies and the algae are actually found here, and since we’ve been doing much better on getting a handle on the algae lately, I’m not sure that one even counts.

There might still be some in Fresh Pond.

Is monetizing the smell of Shelter Island with a pricey perfume a steep tilt in the decline of civilization, or a long-awaited recognition of how sweet it is on this rocky pile of glacial till?  More to the point, what do people who live here think home smells like?

I asked my neighbor, Quinn Hundgen, a 2014 graduate of Shelter Island High School, to describe the scent of Shelter Island. I know Quinn has a good nose because, every time I bake a loaf of bread, I see Quinn out in the yard “walking his cat.”

He said, “Every smell is so much sharper here — the salty southwest wind on the ferry in summer, the crispness of woodsmoke in the winter. Outside on a starry night and the air is clear and cool with the scent of the untouched stars.”

Clearly Bond No. 9 would have been better off hiring Quinn, a junior at the University of Richmond, to write the ad copy for its Shelter Island scent instead of whoever came up with “astonishing marine oud.”

For many Islanders, salt is an important component of the smell of this place. “Coming across on the ferry that sweet and salty scent creates a feeling of calm for me,” said Nanette Breiner Lawrenson. “The shoulders drop, and the head clears.”

Maggie Murphy loves that salty marsh smell you can catch on the causeway to Ram Island, but admits it may just be her. “Not sure I would bottle that,” she said.

Jeanette Flynn said her daily walk on the beach provides “a wave of clean, salty aroma … a refreshing, peaceful, relaxing smell.”

One person’s perfume is another’s hygiene issue. Artist Jackie Black loves the smell of her wet dogs after swimming in saltwater, plus a whiff of clamming grounds at low tide inspires her. She also likes the smell of fresh mown grass, and blooming honeysuckle.

My question sent Jean Dickerson into a reverie: “Going back to my youth, I remember the odor of rotting lima bean vines.” Not exactly Proust’s madeleine, but no less evocative.

Brewmaster Jim Hull loves the smell of his local raspberry ale, “Isle of U,” as it’s brewing. League of Women Voters President Lois B. Morris smells lilac with top notes of barbecue.

Brooke Bradley, director of Camp Quinipet, had a synesthetic impression, “If smell was a color, it would be that mysterious blue green of sea glass; salty, pure and fresh.”

Also popular was the smell of the meadow on yellow trail of Mashomack, grassy and woodsy, and privet hedge flowers.
The scent of baking earth from garden soil comforts artist David Rankin with “memories of my father and before him a long line of Irishmen working in their vegetable gardens.”

It must be tough to be in the perfume business. Like the task of designing Kleenex boxes, maybe they just run out of ideas and have to resort to oud. But if Islanders were perfumers, Shelter Island’s scent profile would be salty and floral with notes of garden soil, rotting lima beans and wet dog.

Bill Banks and the art of staying put

CHARITY ROBEY PHOTO Bill Banks at his desk. Bill retired last week after 21 years as Town Building Inspector.

Published in the Shelter Island Reporter on June 30, 2016

Like the structures he has inspected and approved during more than 20 years as Shelter Island’s building inspector, Bill Banks stays put.

“I wasn’t exactly born on the kitchen table,” he said, referring to the handful of Islanders who were born here, “but I have been here for 57 years.”

Bill, who is unmarried, lives with his sister, Mary Wilson, and her husband, Ron. Mary served as town building permit coordinator for 29 years, working side by side with Bill until they both retired last week.

The Banks family moved to Shelter Island from India Street in Greenpoint, Brooklyn in 1960 when Bill was six years old, but not before he was imprinted with the fascination of fire fighting. The building next to his family’s apartment in Brooklyn was an active fire station.

“The firemen were really nice and they let me slide down the pole,” he said. “When the whistle blew, we were so used to it, we’d just roll over and go back to sleep.”

Bill and his brother, Bruce, were just starting school when his parents John and Ann Banks made the move along with the rest of his siblings — Mary, Jim, Robert and John. “My mother spent part of her childhood here on the Island,” he said. “She felt it was time to get out of the city.”

The Shelter Island that Bill remembers from the 1960s was mostly undeveloped. “Scallops, lima beans, potatoes, the Bartilucci farm on Sunshine Road, Blados’ on Menantic,” he recalled. “Frank Mysliborski used to farm the field where the Bucks play now.”

As much as Bill loved his childhood on the Island, it was hardly idyllic. His parents did not get along, he said, but everyone was hopeful that the move to a new home on Shelter Island, next door to the American Legion and a short walk to school, would be good for the family. “It was so nice when they bought the house,” Bill said. “It was like a new start.”

His father commuted to the city and was home on weekends, but there were other women in his life along with alcohol. In 1963, when Bill was 9, his father deserted the family and they never had contact with him again. After his mother died decades later, Bill discovered that his father had died as well.

A single mother, with five children, Ann Banks took on domestic work, opened scallops, and cooked for other people to support her children. As for childcare, “There was a discipline in the family that older ones took care of the younger ones,” Bill said. “That’s what you have to do.”

When he graduated from the Shelter Island High School in 1972, Bill was a member of the largest senior class in the history of the school with 32 graduates. “Fourteen or 15 members of the class are still around,” he said, and he didn’t mean around as in alive, he meant around as in still living on the Island.

Bill decided to stay here after graduating, working with Fred Ogar at the Shelter Island Refuse Service, and then spending 17 years behind the counter at the Shelter Island Hardware Store. It was during this time that he began to work part-time with Sonny Edwards, a family friend of his mother’s from her girlhood. Sonny became a friend and mentor to Bill, and they worked together in the appliance repair business for many years. “He was a good ear and a good one to go to for advice,” Bill said. “He would be 90 if he were alive today.”

Sonny encouraged Bill to take the courses he would need to be considered for the job of building inspector, a position that Sonny held for many years.

The early experiences with firehouse pole sliding stood Bill in good stead as a member of the Shelter Island Fire Department for many years. He rose through the ranks, and was chief from 1989-1991,

“Which I never in a million years thought I would be.”

As the new building inspector in 1995, Bill was responsible for consulting with property owners at every step of construction and helping prospective buyers understand what type of building is permitted. He also informed owners of New York State Department of Conservation and FEMA regulations, especially for construction in floodplains, which the Island has in abundance.

“If you make too many mistakes, the Town will lose its flood insurance and that means no one will be able to get a mortgage,” Bill said.

He laments the fact that house sizes have tripled in the years he’s been on the job. When he started, he said the average new house was around 1,800 square feet of living space, and a 2,400 square foot house was considered a very large home. The number of new houses over the years has fluctuated from as few as 19 annually to as many as 56, mainly due to financial trends, but the size has gone inexorably up. Today, new homes of 5,000 or 6,000 square feet are common.

Bill’s objection to the prevalence of very large homes is his view of what kind of place the Island should be. “I think it spoils the look of things,” Bill said. “It doesn’t have that homey feeling. They are beautiful homes but they don’t belong here. They don’t look like an old farmhouse.”

In his time as building inspector the most egregious example of a homeowner building something different than what was approved is the project near the Shelter Island Yacht Club, a large partially constructed structure with a wall of blue Tyvek visible across the harbor.

“That was supposed to be a little bump-out addition and renovation,” Bill said. “It went to the Zoning Board of Appeals. FEMA is now involved. If the town really had the backbone they could have it taken down.”

In spite of his nostalgia, Bill is realistic about the inevitable development of the Island “You can’t expect a place not to grow,” he said. “And I suppose what’s happened here has happened everywhere. Everyone wants a little piece of heaven, but eventually it’s gone.”

“I always loved it here,” he added. “Where are you going to go that is better than this?”