To have a moustache. To join the echelon of hirsute-lipped Olympians like Erroll Flynn and Burt Lancaster. To make women sneeze when you kiss them. To be able to call out, liltingly, at any occasion, "Who wants a moustache ride?" and see a dozen quavering arms raised with passionate, trembling eagerness. To always be able to run your tongue through the follicles of your upper lip when you're hungry, looking for a piece of potato or scrambled egg that you missed. Yes, it's true. The man who has a moustache is a god.
But a moustache requires constant love and attention. This sterling silver moustache comb by Makool hangs from a man-chain around your neck, allowing you to casually call attention to your moustache while simultaneously maintaining it's lustrous sheen. God knows why it says "Morning Cup" on the side, though. And for 120 bucks, you'd probably be better off just paying someone attractive to lick it clean for you.