Matcha, my love

There’s something about an iced, sweetened matcha that just hits different. Maybe it’s the way the creamy green swirls through cold milk, or how that first sip feels like a cool breeze on a hectic day. Either way, my love for matcha runs deep—and it’s definitely not just a phase.

I’ll admit it: I’m a little bit obsessed. Matcha isn’t just a drink for me, it’s a ritual. There’s a quiet joy in watching that vivid green powder melt into milk and ice, turning into the kind of drink that makes everything feel a little more put together. It’s earthy, slightly bitter, subtly sweet, and totally refreshing—especially on a warm afternoon or when I need a mid-day reset.

I always go for it iced and sweetened. That’s my happy place. The cold brings out this almost creamy smoothness, and just a touch of sweetness balances the bold, grassy notes. It’s my go-to drink when I’m working, reading, journaling, or honestly just vibing through the day.

And while I’m loyal to my matcha lattes, the obsession doesn’t stop there. I’ve hunted down matcha ice cream, matcha mochi, matcha cookies… If it’s green and matcha-flavored, I want to try it. There’s something so comforting and exciting about discovering new ways to enjoy a flavor I love.

But more than the taste, matcha has become a little act of self-care. It’s how I slow down. It’s how I treat myself. It’s my drinkable peace of mind.

So here’s to my iced, sweetened matcha. Thanks for being there through it all—one green sip at a time.