Wardasina

Rosso Afgano

Xerjoff 2012

You black Afghan
come and feel what I want
I am so alone
a gram is already enough
You green little Moroccan
come sneak into my brain
and give me your little hand
I want to get high......
......You red little Lebanese
hit your tambourine
and dance with your little stick
and throw me into the waves
You grass-green little herb
with your healthy scent
come tickle my nose
and throw me into the air.....
(from Wolfgang Ambros, You black Afghan)

The rose in Wardasina, also known as Rosso Afgano, clearly aligns with Wolfgang Ambros and indulges in quite a few herbs - although I consider the term herbs to be a euphemistic description given the developing odor, which perhaps envelops one in strong tobacco clouds, allowing one to sink into a cedar wood bed in a state of advanced relaxation.
Do I like the idea of the smoked rose? Yes, indeed. But I struggle with the execution. I am not a fan of roses in perfume, and Wardasina is too smoky, too dark, too laden with tobacco - in short, too masculine. But perhaps I just need such a grass-green little herb with a healthy scent, and I will see Wardasina in a whole new light.