In honour of the start of Movember, let’s check out a great mustache from the past, from an era when mustaches were not grown for special occasions or fundraising, but were merely a reflection of the purest form of masculinity.
This is what happens when a mustache is allowed to run wild. It’s long, it’s scraggly, it matches his hair, and it’s been left to grow so long that it even obscures his teeth. It’s not manicured like Rollie Fingers or full and thick like Lanny McDonald. It probably got a lot of food stuck in it during its life, and it is something that Don Aase wore with pride.