Ingredients: Black tea, Cardamom, Ginger, Clove, Cinnamon Bark, Vanilla Butternut Extract, Love, Gratitude.
Preparation: steep 1 tsp in boiling water for 4-6 minutes
From the website:
Full Moon Chai was one of our original blends, now back with even more creative energy. We’ve taken our classic, signature masala vanilla chai tea and added a splash of vanilla butternut extract. This simple twist adds a depth, warmth, and vibrancy to your traditional chai, and also gives the flavor a hint of sweetness and creaminess without having to add lots of sugar or milk (though we do like this blend prepared as a traditional masala chai or chai latte).
It makes a great pairing for those indoor days where you need something warm and comforting. It’s also a lovely companion for those moments when you need a high-caffeine blend to give you focus and momentum, and it’s even good for a delicious chai cocktail or three!

So, before I even open this I have to know – what is vanilla butternut extract? To the interwebs! *cue 60’s superhero theme music*
A combination of vanilla, butter and nuts (but it’s nut free?). McCormick had Imitation Vanilla Butternut Extract, but changed the name to Cake Batter Flavor. Other sites that offer their own version say it’s often used in pound cake. Some have images of vanilla, butter and hazelnuts. Others have pecans instead of hazelnuts. One candy making supply site says their extract is more intense than regular vanilla extract, so use half to not overpower whatever you’re making. Amazon has the following https://www.amazon.com/slp/vanilla-butter-nut/4oy6vaq64f2o6cq
Enough of that potential rabbit hole of wtf. Let’s drink.
The dry tea is chunky. Whole cloves, chopped up bits of cinnamon bark, cardamom, ginger, and the black tea is actual leaves. Quality looking product. I smell the clove and cardamom above everything else.

Thankfully the cardamom isn’t strong once it’s steeped. If you followed Hipster Wife’s blog last year, you know I am not a fan. My first cup of this I am drinking black. The ginger and cinnamon are obvious, but not obnoxious.

Cup 1, black:The tea isn’t as dark as I thought it would be for a black tea. But I also don’t normally drink out of my tiny china tea cup. It isn’t in my face spicy like some chais. It is warm and mellow and very pleasant. I look forward to finishing off this day’s little bag.

Cup 2, with ½ & ½: Holy Nutty Cardamom, Batman! This is literally a different tea. I smell cinnamon and clove. But I taste the vanilla butternut (still don’t know exactly wtf this is) and cardamom.
I think I prefer this one black.
If it was called Pumpkin Spice, would we still drink it?
The spices in chai are similar to those we find in pumpkin pie spice blends. Pumpkin pie spices include cinnamon, ginger, clove and nutmeg (instead of cardamom). Some blends use allspice as well. When we ponder if this is a winter holiday inspired blend, I have to say yes. These spices invoke autumnal and winter desserts – puddings, apple and pumpkin pies, spiced cakes and gingerbread. Excellent choice for day one.
Hipster Wife here. So I had my cuppa after a long day. It was a very long day. I had to deal with Black Friday scooping out snowbirds at Sam’s Club. I was raised to be respectful as fuck. I’m a fucking Lady and shit. But when you nail me in the small of my back with your cart because you’re cutting in line. Fuck that.
Well. I might be living in the south, but I am from California and as the child of Reva. I take zero shit.
yes… none of that passive aggressive ‘bless your heart’ nonsense.
Actually, I just glared, tried not to cry because my back was already hurting, and I didn’t let the old lady go ahead of me. Small tiny victory.
Anyhoo about this tea.
I went in not really expecting a whole lot. I gotta be honest, dear readers. The Adagio Advent was such a disappointment, and I wanted to love it so much. So I don’t have daddy issues, but I might have shitty advent tea calendar issues. Thankfully, it only visits me once a year.
Tiny little side story… I have been a tea drinker my whole life. My mother drank basically unsweetened sun tea for like her entire life. I drank it as I grew up. My Auntie liked to sweeten hers, and so I would request it sweetened when I thought I could get away with it. Usually at restaurants. The stories of me asking for Auntie’s Tea at Spires (Think fancy Denny’s in Southern California.) are numerous (My mom was a waitress there, and I felt I could risk not getting shut down with witnesses aka tippers.)
So I can’t say that chai is my gateway tea. But it is how I learned to appreciate tea. Excellent quality tea.
Picture it. Claremont, California, 2003. I had been drinking the Tazo Chai Latte from Starbucks for a while. I don’t know long. Probably not that long. My BFF and I were in Claremont for lunch. He worked at Rhino Records, and around the corner was a little Eastern Indian restaurant. (I just found out that it is no longer there. I have a sad.) Kris and I visited all the time. The owner was a severe man, often he would serve the food sort of like a school lunch line. You just pointed and be filled your little plate. I loved the place because he always made sure nothing touched. One day I was telling Kris about how I had discovered the Republic of Tea. (This is a whole other blog post. Let’s just say that 41-year-old Hipster Wife is not a fan. But 27-year-old Hipster Wife was.) The owner overheard, and after saying something rapidly, a cig hanging on his lip, he handed me a mug that I thought was milk.
I smiled. It was hot.
He motioned with his hand like.. “Get on with it.”
I took a drink.
It was like running into Laurence Fishburn and being like, gimme that Nyquil Day Pill, motherfucker because my life will never be the same after this.

He saw it on my face, and he finally smiled at me. He then gave me a bag of tea and just patted my head as if I was a small child. I was just a baby taking her first steps into the world of tea. I didn’t even know that loose leaf was a thing. I was positive the tea in the bag I held had sticks in it. I didn’t care because it was magical. He briefly explained how I could make it at home. I have never ever been able to recreate it. But I did have it again each time I went back there for lunch.
The few days my mom died, I went and just had a cup of it and said nothing. He said nothing. But he kept my cup filled, and he didn’t charge me.
That is when I learned that tea can bridge a lot of stuff. You can make friends, welcome people into your life, or in my case, say goodbye.
Okay, so maybe it’s not a small story.
Chai tea, all kinds of it, and Thanksgiving/Christmas are all tied to me in emotions. The warmth of that tea, my mom’s last Thanksgiving, and Christmas.
When I opened this bag, it was almost enough to take me right back to that. I think it’s because of the quality of this blend. Immediately I brewed it up, and the first few sips were spicy and comforting. The scent of it was intense. Quite enjoyable. I decided to mix in some coconut cream. I think it was pretty close to that memory.

Memories are fragile things sometimes. I felt comfortable with this cup of tea. It made me happy to remember these memories even if they were bittersweet. It pleased me much to see how far I’ve come. Grateful that I can sit here and write about it and share it.
Viking Wife already went over all the details of the tea, so I’m gonna skip it this time. Would I recommend this? YES. Will I be ordering more? Absolutely. Day 1 is everything I wanted from it and more. I am pretty excited to see what adventure Day 2 is going to take me.



















































