I remember a dry summer when I was about 8 years old. There was a field fire, that the wind spread to acres of drying corn. Maybe a 66% yield if lucky kind of dry. The scorched, burning corn managed to hop across a 2 lane country road that we lived on to a spring wheat field. I vividly remember how good the smoke smelled like. It had the olfactory sensation of baking bread, and cooking hillbilly skillet corn in the kitchen. It reminded me of grammas kitchen on Sunday afternoon. The elements for the fire where there. It was very windy to blow the glowing embers around. I was so afraid that the flames would get the house, but the dried out vegetation burned out so quickly.