This very old jar of Hoppe’s #9 came from Granddad’s closet. Along with his shoes and clothes, that closet held his leather slip-cased Winchester shotgun, a WWII German Luger and his Stetson hat. When we were kids it was a place of curious intrigue. Sadly, that closet and dear grandfather are both long gone. What remains are his guns, these cleaning supplies and memories of him and the sweet smell of leather, old guns and #9.