It is not every day that a person like I gets up close to a living legend. Someone truly larger-than-life. Someone who lives the life many people cannot even imagine…
It was many years ago, but the memory of it is as vivid as today, as clear as crystal, as brilliant as a diamond, as bright as sunlight…
Apparently, I was “acceptable” to her, so she declared: “You will come to my house, hijo!!!”
That evening, she personally invited me to come over to her house. She clasped my hands and pressed them firmly with hers. Perhaps in the coming weeks, or not at all, I thought, since she was a very busy and very important businesswoman. I was flattered enough by the seemingly sincere invitation, since it was a legendary house closed to all but the most exalted in Manila society, and for that matter, even international society. So it came as a complete and utter surprise the very next morning when she unexpectedly requested that her nephew and I already come over to her house for lunch…
So we rushed to North Forbes Park. The guards let us in. She emerged from her front door with her loyal factotum, wearing a chic, short lavender day dress that in its unusual fabric and odd lines could have only been couture.
She welcomed us into her home. It was freezing cold from the airconditioning [ unpleasant anywhere else but frightfully chic in warm, humid Manila ]. There was a glassed-in courtyard with seemingly thriving plants after the front door.
She led us through wide doors to her large living room. The remarkable curtains spanning wide expanses of glass were entirely of uberexpensive embroidered “pina” pineapple cloth, so prized in the Philippines. The floors were carpeted in emerald green. The furniture was contemporary. A large photograph of her by Bob Razon, a society photographer, dominated the room.
It took a few minutes for me to realize that there were some stunning details to the living room…
We walked to a corner where there was a French-style vitrine. She directed her factotum to switch on the small halogen lights in the cabinet. The assistant flicked the switch but it turned out that the cabinet had been unplugged from the outlet. She did not know where it had to be plugged. An amusing little argument ensued between the two of them. So the grand lady herself knelt, plugged into the outlet, and switched the vitrine lights on. She explained its remarkable contents one by one…
They were souvenirs from grand friends. Many of them were presents from Arabian and Asian royalty. “This one is from the King of _____, that one is from the Emir of _____, this one from the Caliph of _____, and that other one is from the Prince of _____. This one is from the Queen of _____, that one is from the Sheikha of _____, and that other one is from the wife of that billionaire oilman.” Some of the grander ones had been souvenirs… from herself as well! There were all sorts of jeweled bibelots… It was rather like visiting the Faberge “display rooms” at the Russian imperial palaces, where the Romanov czars would pick gifts from the Faberge inventories for their family and friends… Memorable in particular were the jeweled animals, studded with all sorts of precious stones like diamonds, rubies, emeralds, blue sapphires, and natural pearls in all sizes. I vividly remembered an elephant, a turtle, and a squirrel, among so many other splendors, all in high-karat gold and set with precious stones. OhmyGod.
She waved her hand at a trio of French crystal birds in flight on top of her grand piano. The three birds each held a large pear-shaped diamond with their beaks! She explained that the smallest bird held a 33 carat diamond, the medium bird a 44 carat diamond, and the largest bird a 55 carat diamond… OhmyGod.
She led us to her vast bedroom… It was cold as ice. Again, her curtains and her large bed were also covered in the same uberexpensive embroidered “pina” pineapple cloth. To the left of the bed was a niche from where a small image of the “Santo Nino” [ The Infant Jesus ] reigned over the room. Expectedly, the “Santo Nino” wore a very considerable little gold crown studded with diamonds.
Diamonds were so commonplace in the house that right there and then, I began to think, and take for granted, that most everything was studded with it…!!!
A large, mirrored dressing room and bathroom led from the masters’ bedroom. She slid open one of the doors which revealed the large boxes that contained her famous gowns, some of which were by famous Filipino designers like Gang Gomez and Inno Sotto, and then many others which were truly by uberexpensive European couture houses. Memorable were the boxes with the ciphers of Valentino Garavani and Yves Saint Laurent…
Another door slid open and revealed shoes, beautiful, madly expensive shoes…
We reemerged in the living room again…
The dining room was a long, mirrored space. Her dining table was perpetually set for a grand party. Yet another very long and terribly expensive embroidered ”pina” pineapple fabric tablecloth covered the long table. The large napkins were also of the same precious fabric. The chinaware, glassware [ crystal ], and flatware were all very expensive French, and there were interesting modern table decorations. The most remarkable furnishings in the room were the two large, very elaborate and magnificently-carved, Baroque-style mirrors from 19th century Bavaria in present day Germany, the grand gifts of a loyal client, the eccentric and effeminate Baron Arndt Krupp von Bohlen und Halbach of the German munitions family.
We had lunch in the family dining room. She had ordered four dishes from the restaurant of her sisters-in-law. She urged us to eat heartily. After all, the three of us were genuine Pampangans. Interestingly enough, her everyday chinaware was English, her everyday glassware was French, and her everyday flatware was uberexpensive Georg Jensen’s “Acorn” pattern with the most amazing patina of use I had ever seen on sterling silver… It was really used every single day!!!
I observed some beautiful English chinaware and French glassware in glass-fronted cabinets near the round dining table, perhaps waiting for yet another tres soignee dinner party…
After her nephew and I had eaten our fill, she rose and told us that we would be having “dessert” inside her office. So we followed her…
It was a small, cozy room that led to another storage room behind one door. She sat at her desk and opened some drawers…
“We will have dessert, hijo.” she declared.
She nodded to her factotum who entered the room behind and emerged with a pile of three unprepossessing black packets…
She took an unassuming black packet and opened it before our eyes. It held an enormous necklace of large yellow diamonds descending in tiers like an Egyptian necklace…
“Feel it, hijo!!! Feel its power!!! Feel the power of Money!!!” she encouraged us both to hold the diamonds with our bare hands…
“OhmyGod,” I stammered, “I could never afford this…”
“I know that!” she declared confidently, “But I know you can appreciate!!!”
“Oh yes! And how!” I rejoined joyously.
“It is to be brought out tonight but I want you to see it. It is a necklace entirely of fancy yellow color diamonds. The first tier [ some 24 of them ] is composed entirely of ten carat diamonds…”
“It is a nice necklace. Not one of my grandest. But it is a nice one!”
Speaking of some very wealthy but rather unattractive clients, she naughtily quipped: “I don’t look at their faces… I look at their pockets!!!”
“Take a look at this.” She took another unassuming black packet and opened it before us. This time, it was a large emerald cut diamond which hung from a necklace of graduated diamonds.
“Oh, an emerald cut. So big!!!” I exclaimed. Her nephew and I both sighed.
“You’re right. So you know something about diamonds, hijo. This one is 110 carats and is Internally Flawless.”
“Oh wow!!!” I exclaimed.
“Feel it, hijo!!! It feels good!!!” Her voice rang with pleasure as she encouraged us to hold the large diamond with our hands.
Of course it felt good, even great, I thought. Anything that was worth several million dollars had to feel great!!!
She lifted yet another unassuming black packet which she opened with visibly great pride. It was the highest point of our very grand afternoon: It was a very large pear-shaped diamond which hung from another necklace of graduated diamonds.
“This is my personal diamond, hijo. It’s called the “Star of _____.” It is 155 carats.”
“Wow!!! Is it ‘D Internally Flawless,’ Ma’am?”
“Not only! It is ‘E Internally Flawless,’ hijo!!!” Such was the authority, excellence, and enthusiasm of her effective salesmanship that she could make “E Internally Flawless” sound infinitely better than “D Internally Flawless”… when it was actually the other way around.
“Feel it, hijo!!! It is magnificent!!! This may be the only time you will ever handle something like this!!! Take the opportunity!!!” She beamed with genuine pleasure as she saw us visibly awed by what we were seeing…
It was indeed a great pleasure to hold the “Star of _____.” It did exude a strange, tantalizing power… In one’s hands, one understood why there was an overwhelming greed for wealth and insatiable lust for power in this world…!!!
OhmyGod. I was beginning to feel dizzy at the sight of such staggering wealth…
We thanked her for a most memorable afternoon and bade her goodbye after that. As an important jeweler who did business internationally, she was extremely busy and forever occupied with the endless details of her operations. She diligently kept abreast of her ongoing transactions, foreign and local news, and foreign exchange rates minute by minute and hour by hour.
In fact, her staff said that it was nothing short of a miracle that she actually had the time for us…!!!
She was justifiably proud of her vast garden, with its rolling lawns. She told us to go see her “grotto” with an image of the Virgin Mary. So her nephew and I walked around for a few minutes — catching our breaths after those incredible diamonds which seemed to have sprung out of the vaults of the Smithsonian Institution — through the wide expanses of expensively clipped carabao grass; we peered behind a clump of “Palmera” palms and saw her “grotto,” with the image of the Virgin and a pond, behind it.
What was truly remarkable to me was that, despite the rains of that day, my leather shoes had emerged from her vast garden as clean, or even cleaner, as the day I had bought them. Like the Manila Golf Club, only better. The thick carabao grass and the perfectly drained lawn had polished my shoes, all the way to the instep, as if I had sent them for professional cleaning at a hotel. I guess that was what great wealth was all about: just about all the right things happened effortlessly!!!
The next morning, I woke up, remembered the previous day, and felt “inadequate”… even if I really had no reason to feel that way. That was how incredible that whole afternoon had been…!!!



