I had a rich old aunt that bought my brother and I each a sweater that l swear were made from yak hair or something like that. She was up in Alaska in some Eskimo village on one of her exotic vacations and the local salesman of the year Muck Muck must have been on duty. "If" a person were to wear the damn things, they would have needed a shave first. Acting at its best upon opening those bad boys. "Geee, thanks aunt Barb! I have never had one of these before!" Within a week, they were donated to the local Salvation Army. Just not something one wears to high school in Billings, Montana, or anyplace else other than an Eskimo village or a gay pride rally without getting into a donnybrook.
