Chasing the feeling Starbucks gave me umpteen years ago when I was a fresh-faced high schooler addicted to caramel mochas. Back when “going to Starbucks” was akin to seeing a Broadway play-something the “cultured” people did. On the weekends. Out of town.

The only thing that brings it back clearly is the taste of Starbucks caramel sauce which amazingly has stayed consistent all these years. Thank you Starbucks for providing a sensory anchor for my scattered memories.