I don't know how it is for you, but for me, many of my fondest memories can be traced to fire. No, I don't mean in the little-pyro-boy sense, though I did have that phase in my younger years. What I'm referring to is the time spent in front of the fireplace at home, around the campfire in the wilderness, or a chiminea in a friend's back yard. There's something about the warmth, the smells, and the dancing flames that bring people together. And I love it.