On the matches:

There are three types of matches available on this spit of land. The first, Gato Negros. Like the other two, the box is yellow, all minimal in design and visually appealing. The Gato Negros showing a sitting cat, easily mistakable for a subservient whiskered rat, eyes dead on the consumer, with a lit match in its jowls. These become completely unlightable when the humidity gets beyond 10%, you can see their value on the floor below the stove, piled so high you’d think a mouse was running a woodchipper down there.

The second box is Fosfords San Martin. Picturing just a burning match with a flame that you might expect to see a hindu diety sitting in. These matches being the most precarious. You must close your eyes during ignition, for when you strike these evil twigs the phosphorus turns into flaming shrapnel with a common flight path into your eye or other bodily areas, burning most chemically. The third box, Caballo Rojos, are as you might say if there was three bears and a blonde haired girl involved. “Just Right”