Greg Isles said it best in his book, The Quiet Game,
"The Delta smells of hardwood forest, creek water, kudzu, bush-hogged wildflowers, and baking earth. The competing aromas blend into a heady restart you'd never find in a Northern city. 
This area used to boast it's share of rich, gentlemen planters who's fortunes were made from the white gold cotton crops that fed Northern and European Mills. Plantations stretched as far as the eyes could see, and more on both sides of the Mississippi River. Lumber was also king while it lasted. "
