There’s a quiet kind of joy in rewriting old rituals. For years, the Pumpkin Spice Latte marked the start of fall for me—a sweet, spiced signal that the season had arrived. But as my health journey deepened, I realized that the traditional PSL, with its sugar-heavy swirl, no longer fit the rhythms I was trying to honor. So I crafted a gentler version. One that still carries the scent of cinnamon and clove, but leaves behind the sugar crash.

Is it as indulgent as the original? Not quite. But it’s enough. Enough to feel cozy, intentional, and aligned with the life I’m building—one sip at a time.