Main Street popcorn. A deluxe resort lobby. The first blast of Florida rain on hot pavement. And then there is the dark, damp, wildly specific scent of Pirates of the Caribbean water. You know the one. The second you step into that queue in Adventureland, your brain starts packing a tiny pirate suitcase. The air gets cooler, the lighting gets moodier, and suddenly you are fully prepared to sing...
