I lived in an ex-fraternity house which had been turned into an international house. One day we had a fondue party and I volunteered my little camper stove, a version of gas/ petrol/ white fuel using SVEA. It was supposedly adjustable, but the adjustment involved turning a balky metal 'key' about 1/8th of an arc. Usually came on pretty strong. So it was surrounded by a bunch of pots and was under a big pot full of rapidly churning cheeses and it flared a bit, and then wouldn't stop flaring, and one helpful soul threw it outside with a good overhand. Not for nothing did I learn later that SVEA stoves were called "Swedish hand grenades".