Do You Like The Smell Of Hoppe's #9?

Scents and our perception of good or foul has a lot to do with our memories and frame of reference.

I've always liked Hoppe's #9 and the smell of bituminous coal burning. Both are linked to favorite activities and childhood memories with my dad. Him cleaning his Chief's Special after a day at the range with me makes #9 a must have, even if I do use newer solvents for the heavy stuff. As for the coal, well I am addicted to steam locomotives, as you should be able to tell by my handle:D Coal smoke, hot oil and grease, steam seeping water dripping makes the steam locomotive the most alive machine ever created.

My wife HATED both Hoppe's and coal smoke smell when we first met. I'd smell a coal furnace and comment about 'good old coal smoke, brings back memories' and my wife would go 'Yuck! Smells like the fires of hell'. I'd clean a gun and 'Man the whole house reeks. What is that foul stuff you're using?' Then I took my wife to Strasburg RR in Lancaster County, PA and she saw her first live steam locomotive. After that day she has been hooked on trains and when health and finances permit, it is her favorite vacation activity. She smells coal smoke now and says" boy- we need to go ride a train!"

Got her into shooting. Shew is now quite a decent shot with a variety of guns. Guess what, she likes the smell of Hoppe's now. I was cleaning guns last week and she mentioned "That smell reminds me of my dad cleaning his rifle after deer season. We need to go shooting this weekend."
 
Have always enjoyed the memory - filled scent of Hoppe's #9 in the air.
When I inherited an old Savage M99 (30 years ago) that came from my Grandfather, who I barely knew, it came in an old leather case that had seen much better days. To this day that Savage still smells of Hoppe's and pipe tobacco. Sorta magic.
 
Kate Upton wearing her painted on bikini with a drop of Hoppes in her cleavage....now gents....that is perfection.
 
I got the air freshner for the jeep, it lasted about 2 days. Took a small microfiber cloth, added a few drops of Hoppe's and stuck it in the ashtray. Have to refresh every few weeks, jeep smells great.

When I asked the counter guy at the range about the Hoppe's
#9 air freshener, he mentioned that he periodically puts a few
drops on the air freshener to give it new life.:cool:
 
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I love it. But for the negative impact it would have on my love life I'd use it as cologne. I love sitting in my "fortress of solitude" cleaning my guns and fiddlin' with ammo and stuff and listening to C&W music on the boom box. When I'm doing this my cats are all over me. They love guns and C&W music too.

I use CLP on some of my guns and Hoppes #9 and Rem oil on others. One second after I take the top off the Hoppes the cats split for parts unknown and they won't let me near them until I have washed my hands.

My cats are pretty open minded but I just can't seem to get them to appreciate the fragrance of Hoppes #9
 
Hoppe #9 is a smell that I have loved forever. Come to think of it, all of my favorite things have numbers. Channel #5, WD-40, Hoppes #9 and Jack Daniels old #7.

Semper Fi all
 
Chanel #5 (on women), WD-40, Hoppe's # 9 and Jack Daniels Old #7 are my favorites too. There's a small glass of Old #7 beside me as I type this (probably accounts for all the typos I'm busily correcting).
 
Have you tried the Hoppe #9 as a mouthwash yet? good on toast too!
 
Me too

Scents and our perception of good or foul has a lot to do with our memories and frame of reference.

I've always liked Hoppe's #9 and the smell of bituminous coal burning. Both are linked to favorite activities and childhood memories with my dad. Him cleaning his Chief's Special after a day at the range with me makes #9 a must have, even if I do use newer solvents for the heavy stuff. As for the coal, well I am addicted to steam locomotives, as you should be able to tell by my handle:D Coal smoke, hot oil and grease, steam seeping water dripping makes the steam locomotive the most alive machine ever created.

My wife HATED both Hoppe's and coal smoke smell when we first met. I'd smell a coal furnace and comment about 'good old coal smoke, brings back memories' and my wife would go 'Yuck! Smells like the fires of hell'. I'd clean a gun and 'Man the whole house reeks. What is that foul stuff you're using?' Then I took my wife to Strasburg RR in Lancaster County, PA and she saw her first live steam locomotive. After that day she has been hooked on trains and when health and finances permit, it is her favorite vacation activity. She smells coal smoke now and says" boy- we need to go ride a train!"

Got her into shooting. Shew is now quite a decent shot with a variety of guns. Guess what, she likes the smell of Hoppe's now. I was cleaning guns last week and she mentioned "That smell reminds me of my dad cleaning his rifle after deer season. We need to go shooting this weekend."

That is a GREAT essay on coal and steam locomotives. Some of my fondest memories involve both. Riding behind a real steam locomotive is heaven. When I was young my Grandparent's only heat in the house was coal fireplaces. Between the wonderful food and sitting by that crackling coal fire....... My Gosh!!!!
 
The eternal question: So, how you fellas pronounce it?

Hoppies?

Hops?

Hopes?

Ho-peas?!

Somebody needs to call up the mfr and ask 'em....
 
Chanel #5 (on women), WD-40, Hoppe's # 9 and Jack Daniels Old #7 are my favorites too. There's a small glass of Old #7 beside me as I type this (probably accounts for all the typos I'm busily correcting).

Every time I hear of Chanel #5 I think of my Grandmother.

My Dad was a Gunnersmate during WWII and while in Italy he came across
a kid, who was about 12 and, from what I heard, was quite the hustler.

My Dad traded something like a carton of cig's to
this young go getter for a bottle of perfume.

My Dad eventually brought that bottle of perfume home and gave it to
my Grandmother, who would put a drop or two on her dress collar
and it would still be working after a few dress washings.

Because of this they had it checked out, to see exactly
what kind of perfume it was.

It turned out to be Chanel #5 extract, enough to make
quite of few bottles of the perfume proper.

It was sold to the person who had told them what it was for a
very tidy sum. Far more than the price of a carton of smokes.
 
It always takes me back to memories of my Dad cleaning his service revolver. I was a "range rat", hanging out at the police range on nights he shot and that smell is burned into my mind forever. Since he's gone now, it's one of the things that instantly transports me back to a very happy time.
 
I bought one of those last year. Put it in the jeep. Love it. The smell of Hoppes and black cherry pipe tobacco while my Dad cleaned his Winchester Model 12 after a dove hunt.

My X wife hated the smell and made me clean guns outside. Notice she is now an X. My son and I clean them now in the living room on the coffee table LOL
 
Fruity Hoppe's

In the last year, someone told me it smelled like bananas. I said "Bananas? Really?"

I had never thought of what it smelled like. My wife has never liked the smell, but it's wonderful, in my opinion. I never tried to equate it with another smell (like bananas), though.

Now, every time I clean my firearms, it smells like bananas. It must be the power of suggestion.

It's makes a great daiquiri. I've always felt it had a banana-like odor, too.
 
Still love the smell! I don't use it as much these days, but when I do I enjoy it.
 
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