The Curious History of Pumpkin Spice

ll never forget my first pumpkin spice latte. I was being the epitome of a White Girl, with my cotton leggings, knee-high boots, and cable-knit sweater, even though it was a mild 70 degrees in my Florida city. I felt inspired and refreshed by the (relatively) cool weather and oddly bewitched by Starbucks’ whimsically festive decor. While I usually opted for a regular ol’ coffee, the call of the PSL rang out to me.