My first job (1983) was as a bench tech, at a defense contractor (microwave spy stuff/TEMPEST).
We all had these little bottles on our benches, with a funny silver lid that acted a bit like a "birdbath"[0]. You pumped it a couple of times, and the contents would come up, into a shallow bowl. You'd then take a long "Q-Tip" swab, dip it in the liquid, and use that to clean flux off the PCB you were fixing.
They also had open buckets, and people would wash entire assemblies off, in these buckets.
The liquid was trichlor[1]. We had gallons of it, sloshing around. If you got any on your hand, it made the skin turn white, and flake off. It smelled like the demon spawn of acetone and gasoline.
We were assured that it was completely benign, and not to worry our pretty little heads over it.
Let's just say that it can take some time to overcome [in]vested bias.
[0] https://www.aliexpress.us/item/2251832673900981.html
[1] https://www.cancer.gov/about-cancer/causes-prevention/risk/s...