on the front lawn one day my wife was in a chair while i was splitting wood watching me with an adult beverage and her phone. The newly wed tree climber neighbor that just moved in ( yes it was love at first sight when i found out he was an arborist) drove by and smiled, i txt him and said dont worry kid after 20 years your wife will be staring at your wood on your front lawn too.
Well, its a matter of preference as most things go-I love the smell of fresh split red oak better than the vanilla air of white oak-kinda like elephants at the circus, you love’d it or hated it-I liked that too