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Originally Posted by John Drury Clark, "Ignition!: An informal history of liquid rocket propellants" p 138

The trimethylammonium nitrate went just as easily — except for
one small detail. The highly volatile trimethylamine sticks tenaciously
to the skin and clothes, and smells like the Fulton Street fish market
on a hot Saturday morning (although some of us used a more earthy
comparison) and poor Roger Machinist, who had the job of making
the salt, was saluted, for some weeks, by people who held their noses
with one hand, pointed at him with the other, and shouted, "Unclean,
unclean!" We called that propellant "Minnie," for reasons which now
escape me.