A few years ago I hiked the JMT. I took my Svea 123 along as my stove; not because it was light nor because it was efficient but because it was an old friend and I wanted to share the trail with it. Silly? Yep! But, the stove had served me well in my later mountaineering days and I wanted it with me when I hiked the JMT. Not taking it along would have seemed a bit like betrayal; like leaving your dog behind on a walk. A pound here and there to serve nostalgia is not too bad a trade. I, too, love brass.