If i were crazy enough to believe in aswangs, our version of vampires, i would have this tropical vine decking the perimeter walls of where i reside to ward off nasty blood-thirsty creatures of the imagination. Crushing the leaves of this plant gives you a scent of garlic.
But vampire or not, who would not want cords of these adorning one's walls? The funnelformed flowers start off purple in color which gradually shift with age to a lighter shade of purple, then wash out to white. Talk about interesting.
They seem to be low maintenance as i spotted this particular vine basking in the full afternoon sun on one of my leisurely jaunts to the neighborhood mall for some therapeutic thrifting.
