Thanks!
Once I get my motherload of fixes in Spain’s Alicante for the Hogueras/Fogueres around the June Summer Solstice I’ll be sorted.
The Valencian Fallas in March (close to the Spring Equinox) is larger and more famous, but there’s an energy and chaos at our Alicantinian fire festival/firework & traca competitions that brings me to myself, nowhere in the world I’d rather be (even with the imposition of two-three weeks of sleep deprivation). Ah, pólvora...

And to get back on topic:
The festival also brings with it the smell of fried churros - gleaming churro trucks arrive and use these irresistibly scented (and hugely overpriced) carb torpedos as a way to entice cash away from drunk revellers. Alas, they usually hand over the stale cold stock and keep the aromatic freshly prepared ones out to lure more rubes.
If you want churros in Alicante, there are still a handful of old skool bars where they’ll make and serve them as breakfast, don’t buy them from the trucks! That amazing smell? It’s a trap!!!