“⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ — “This drink should come with a warning label and maybe a therapist.”
I took one sip of this espresso sugar cookie drink and immediately felt my soul leave my body, do a cartwheel, and file for seasonal adoption by the North Pole.
The espresso hits like it’s late for work—fast, stressed, and aggressively competent.
Then the sugar cookie flavor pops in like, “HEY GIRL, I BROUGHT BUTTER AND BAD DECISIONS.”
It tastes like a Christmas elf got tired of making toys, snapped, and started a side hustle as a chaotic barista.
Honestly? Good for them.
The sweetness level is pure holiday nonsense. It’s not “sweet.” It’s “I just licked a candy cane and made eye contact with God.” My bloodstream became 70% cookie dough and 30% ambition. I could feel my pancreas filing a complaint.
By halfway through the cup, I was ready to single-handedly decorate a Macy’s display, adopt 14 reindeer, and challenge Santa to a fistfight for dominance.
And the caffeine?
Let’s just say my left eye is still twitching in Morse code.
Final verdict:
This drink doesn’t slap. It full-body tackles you into a festive dumpster of joy.
If espresso and a sugar cookie had a baby, that baby would be this drink—and it would absolutely be the chaotic cousin everyone warns you about.“
“⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ — “This drink should come with a warning label and maybe a therapist.” I took one sip of this espresso sugar cookie drink and immediately felt my soul leave my body, do a cartwheel, and file for seasonal adoption by the North Pole. The espresso hits like it’s late for work—fast, stressed, and aggressively competent. Then the sugar cookie flavor pops in like, “HEY GIRL, I BROUGHT BUTTER AND BAD DECISIONS.” It tastes like a Christmas elf got tired of making toys, snapped, and started a side hustle as a chaotic barista. Honestly? Good for them. The sweetness level is pure holiday nonsense. It’s not “sweet.” It’s “I just licked a candy cane and made eye contact with God.” My bloodstream became 70% cookie dough and 30% ambition. I could feel my pancreas filing a complaint. By halfway through the cup, I was ready to single-handedly decorate a Macy’s display, adopt 14 reindeer, and challenge Santa to a fistfight for dominance. And the caffeine? Let’s just say my left eye is still twitching in Morse code. Final verdict: This drink doesn’t slap. It full-body tackles you into a festive dumpster of joy. If espresso and a sugar cookie had a baby, that baby would be this drink—and it would absolutely be the chaotic cousin everyone warns you about.“