I still blame that Faulkner biography that romanticized the "smoking down to a fine white ash" trope.
But, I accidentally had it yesterday, with a bowl of Irish Flake (sounds like a summary of Irish history at certain periods).
I was concentrating on something, drawing low 'n' slow, and after a while needed a relight. Looked in the bowl, nothing but very light grey, clumpless ash.
Weird.