Mosquito coils are so awesome! I love them. I love the gone-camping smell, I love the quaintness of them. Is not this can fabulously stylish?
I really love not being bitten by mosquitoes, because, despite being blood type A and not O (I've been told that 'squitoes love O; yet another interesting blood-type related factoid), they just feast on me.
My dad (he's visiting this week) calls it Katori Stinko and he's been leaving the doors open and then cursing the mosquitoes and then lights up a coil and the house stinks and the doors need to be opened and...
This morning I woke up from a dream that I was putting out a big huge fire. It was raging through the house, through the forest, through the fields. I ran hither and thither like a freaked-out chicken, trying to put it out. I woke up to an acrid smell in the air. My dad and the GD mosquito coils. I do love them. I do. Sheesh.
So looking at the picture on the can, I guess a katori is a mosquito-eating chicken? I know the characters there are different, and Jim Breen says something else entirely, but it looks like they're being cute and punny.