An Ode To Gingerbread Lattes

The dear gingerbread latte. Your sweet biscuitiness (I know that isn't a word leave me alone) fills my heart with pure joy. The kind of joy when you know Christmas is near, and that all things spicy and warm will make me feel like I'm home.

Whether you're in a Starbucks red cup, accompanying my coffee with the gorgeous flavoured cream and toppings. Or a subtle delight in a Costa Christmas cup with a little gingerbread man, like a little present from the festive season.


You're the only drink (apart from the PSL) that I live for, and every time I take that first sip it's like I'm sinking into a big, fluffy Christmas themed throw. It peps me up for the rest of the day, be it a shift or being productive.

And once a week I readily part with that £4 just for a taste of my favourite festive snack. And of course try to dedicate flatlays to you - and to also improve my theme.

To put it simply, you are Christmas in a cup. And I'm glad you exist.