I've never been a fan of intentionally-distressed instruments. It always reminds me of when my Pee Wee Football coach caught me and another kid with our helmets off, knocking them together to trade paint like the big boys do when they are fighting on the line. He said "Boys, them licks ain't worth a thang unless you get 'em knocking somebody over!"
My Passernig is the first varnish instrument I've owned. I've been playing out a lot lately and I've noticed a lot of little wear marks here and there on my baby. The first one set me back a little, but I'm starting to embrace the concept of a "well loved" mandolin. This one is my keeper, and as long as all the wear comes from me playing it I won't complain.
Anyhow, just a little revelation for yours truly.