So, Lobo Lobo came to my home, sporting an Abhinandan mutton-chops-style mooch.
For those of you, dear readers, who don't know what an Abhinandan mutton-chops-style mooch is, it is a kind of moustache — but it is no ordinary moustache. This one launches off in the upper lip region, but then Rapunzel-like, winds its way down your face and neck, all the way down to your waist.

It then takes two forms based on vintage — for Maharajas of yore, it was allowed to grow wild, left in the wilderness of their hirsuteness, growing to inordinate lengths, and no one was allowed to criticise its untidiness, for fear of being beheaded. Often it was braided, or curled up in a bun, depending on the Maharaja's mood: wining-dining or warrior avatar.