I love the smell of burnt matches.
It reminds me of burning wood at a campfire, like this summer at the beach at night.
It reminds me of burning leaves after autumn in Poland, in always used to just sit with my grandad and we would watch the flames engulf the crinkling leaves.
It reminds me of all of the BBQs we used to have in summer with the family or just family friends.
It reminds me of burning notebook pages in my garden.