Although there is some 'man...fire...meat' mystique about the fine form of cooking known as the barbi', an essential criterion is, of course, the taste one's culinary effort imbues to whichever creature is being sacrificed to the God of Weber.
As crab so rightly states, charcoal is indeed the way forward for taste - rather than the bottled breath of Satan's bottom, which undoubtedly adds its own rather distinctive flavour...
Roll on spring, when my trusty black orb will once again come out of hibernation!