Look, I am as surprised as anyone that I’m about to say this. But this drink is . . . good? As your faithful Frappuccino Critic of two years, I am beyond jaded about these overpriced milkshakes. I tried the unicorn Frappuccino, which tasted like “sour birthday cake and shame.” I tried the “Witch’s Brew,” which I believe cursed me for all of eternity. I tried the Christmas tree frapp, which looked like “chocolate milk topped with wasabi.” I tried the crystal ball Frappuccino: “Everything about this Frappuccino is a bad omen.”
But the s’mores frapp has recognizable ingredients: A pleasingly thick marshmallow crème, chocolate sauce, coffee — actual coffee in this one, folks! — and a graham cracker topping that adds a bit of crunch. You can taste each distinct element of the s’more, unlike the other drinks, which melded together into some sort of cotton candy-Robitussin crème potion.
When I tried it, I was surprised by how much I liked it — but it wasn’t long before I got bored. That’s the unfortunate consequence of Starbucks’s never-ending purple and green glitter drinks: They prime the audience to be adrenaline junkies, hopped up on rainbow sugar syrup, looking for our next thrill. A s’more, so tame and wholesome and brown, feels like detox.
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