I was never one for styling my mustache, it just wasn’t me…until I began chewing on it! This article is about how I accidentally became a mustache wax enthusiast.
Day after day I noticed myself chomping on my stache. I would have to continuously part my mustache while eating. Snipping was not really an option. I always find a trimmed shape of the old whiskers around my lips slightly perverse and laughable, at least on this puss. After putting up with this for a couple of weeks a friend of mine, who has always been more of a dandy, noticing my battle over lunch reached into his pocket and pulled out a tin of moustache trainer. Immediately the name spoke to me, “trainer” not wax, though that’s exactly what it was, but it made me feel more at ease and less, “look at me” about the stuff. I thanked him and he headed out the door with the parting words, “Remember, a little goes a long way!”