OK, that’s a deceptive teaser headline.
It’s not Pumpkin Spice coffee — sorry, not a latte guy — that I dislike. It’s the timing.
Go out to a farm in the Garden State and look for pumpkins. They ain’t ready yet. The zucchini are still winning the battle of agricultural manifest destiny. The tomatoes still own the title of most colorful, with sunflowers and zinnias close behind. The corn is as high as … well, R&H fans know the rest.
I’ll swill P.S. in October, when the third drawer in my dresser reopens and I retrieve my sweaters. I’ll take it intravenously, as I do any sort of coffee (except hazelnut).
Yes, the aroma tempts me now. The hype grabs my attention.
But not as much as 90-degree days with cut-it-with-a-machete humidity. And as long as those show up in the 10-day forecast, P.S. I don’t love you.
P.S. — as in postscript — Hot Coffee. Iced Tea. There are rules.