有机胺酯TPP研磨粉清洗原料

有机胺酯TPP

产品简介：

TPP水性多功能助剂属甲基醇胺酯类阻垢缓蚀剂，配置光学玻璃清洗剂、无泡喷淋清洗剂、除黑炭、具有分散及溶解金属表面氧化皮双重作用，使金属表面更光泽、又是一种低味、低挥发的有机胺化合物，对酸性除锈清洗剂也有很好的缓释作用！

 典型特性：

1、组       成 ：      胺酯类有机物

2、外       观 ：      无色或黄色透明液体

3、有效成份：       96%

4、PH     值：       7-9

5、HLB值：        易水溶性有机物质HLB值比较灵活！属于两性表面活性剂！水包油型产品！

5  水溶性:           易溶于水

 独特性能：

1 、氨水或其他碱性胺类物质的替代品；低味、低毒、低磷、具有调节PH值作用，用途相当广泛！

2 、能与铁、铜、锌等多种金属离子形成稳定的络合物，能溶解金属表面的微观氧化物，提高清洗过后金属表面的光泽度！对酸性除锈有良好的缓蚀作用，在高或者低PH下仍很稳定，不易水解，不易分解。当和其他表面活性剂复配使用时，表现出其他两性表面活性剂不具备的协同效应

3、由于有机胺酯的无泡特性,更多用户用于无泡或低泡喷淋清洗，市场应用表现优于更多无泡表面活性剂！

 使用建议：

1、建议用量3-10%（质量比）；

2、也可根据不同的配比决定适当提高使用比例，（例如：玻璃清洗剂；研磨粉清洗）等

包装与贮存：

1、230公斤塑料桶  本品为非易燃易爆易腐蚀危险品，储存于5-40℃通风干燥环境

2、避免强酸、强碱、强氧化物共存，用后应密闭容器避免与空气接触氧化影响使用效果和引起色差

3、密封有效期12个月

无关外延：

Night after night, she came to tuck me in, even long after my childhood years. Following her longstanding custom, she'd lean down and push my long hair out of the way, then kiss my forehead.

I don't remember when it first started annoying me — her hands pushing my hair that way. But it did annoy me, for they felt work-worn and rough against my young skin. Finally, one night, I shouted out at her, "Don't do that anymore —your hands are too rough!" She didn't say anything in reply. But never again did my mother close out my day with that familiar expression of her love.

Time after time, with the passing years, my thoughts returned to that night. By then I missed my mother's hands, missed her goodnight kiss on my forehead. Sometimes the incident seemed very close, sometimes far away. But always it lurked, in the back of my mind.

Well, the years have passed, and I'm not a little girl anymore. Mom is in her mid-seventies, and those hands I once thought to be so rough are still doing things for me and my family. She's been our doctor, reaching into a medicine cabinet for the remedy to calm a young girl's stomach or soothe the boy's scraped knee. She cooks the best fried chicken in the world... gets stains out of blue jeans like I never could...

Now, my own children are grown and gone. Mom no longer has Dad, and on special occasions, I find myself drawn next door to spend the night with her. So it was late on Thanksgiving Eve, as I slept in the bedroom of my youth, a familiar hand hesitantly run across my face to brush the hair from my forehead. Then a kiss, ever so gently, touched my brow.

In my memory, for the thousandth time, I recalled the night my young voice complained, "Don't do that anymore — your hands are too rough!" Catching Mom's hand in hand, I blurted out how sorry I was for that night. I thought she'd remember, as I did. But Mom didn't know what I was talking about. She had forgotten — and forgiven — long ago.