There’s nothing else quite like the smell of Pirates
I was just out for a walk—braving the 100° New Jersey heat index for a little solitude after blowing most of the day debugging a problem somebody else created—and got caught in the rain. Florida-style rain, brief but vigorous, with sunlight. I stood under a tree, still getting hit by a handful of large raindrops but sparing myself from a soaking.
When the rain let up, I walked the rest of the way back, and I detected the absolutely unmistakable aroma of…Pirates of the Caribbean. The ride at WDW. Damp landscaping, humid cloth, mustiness—I’m not trained in fragrances, so I can’t articulate all the components, but the total effect was, beyond question, Pirates of the Caribbean.