Atoll, I don't exactly fit into the mold of the average aquarist. ;Woot
I am old, argumentative, set in my ways, hard headed, senile, bald, weird and I have PTSD maybe with a little ADHD.
My methods are from Noah's time and the hobby hasn't yet caught up as most people are still doing main stream stuff, but I fell outside the box when they invented the box. It was wood then. Termite infested wood with knots in it.
I mean, I sometimes feed my fish Plaster of Paris or frozen bananas. I used to cure ich with pennies and run electricity through my water. I put beer cans, chicken eggs and bicycle chains in my tank.

I don't care if I drop a screw or the right front fender from a 1957 Oldsmobile in there.
NSW with bacteria, red tide or parasites is fine.
I can't tell many people of these things or I won't get things such as an Excellence award. Instead I would be Exiled to Tunisia to live the rest of my life in the back of a truck that was used to carry eggplants.
Most people frown on my methods for some reason.
But tell the truth, my Mandarin feeder is really cool isn't it?
I still have a bottle of copper from I think the 70s. It is half full and was made in Brooklyn. I keep it for nostalgia because I know I will never need it . ;Wideyed
I may drink it myself with a little tomato juice. ;Yuck