New Mexico was a pretty interesting place to live. We lived in Albuquerque for a handful of years. I 100% endorse this initiatives. Every fall, there were maybe a dozen chile roasting stands that would pop up in certain vacant lots, and the smell would just permeate the air. We would buy a bushel or two of chiles and they’d throw them in the roaster, and then dump them in a hefty bag. We would take them home, put on gloves and eye protection, and begin de-skinning, de-seeding, and chopping and freezing them.
Another really great scent would be on Pueblo feast days – that smell of burning juniper wood combined with chile and garlic and and roasting meat was just second to none.
