Scowl and a Duster

So I'm chatting with a friend outside this coffee shop in a small town in Northern California and she introduces me to this dude.... and all I can say is something along the lines of: "That's some duster you got there".  Then, through a series of coincidences he ends up coming to stay at my place with a crew a few days later---what are the chances? Turns out he's a real bro, he's Canadian, and [of course] has a sick mustache!