This respiratory tea smells deeply of my Father's unique b.o. musk. Can't decide if that's pleasant or not, but it's certainly spot on. My father sweats thyme, eucalyptus, basil and mullein? Father thyme? Often, when I close my eyes, I see myself making stupid motions at my desk. Arms flapping wildly, torso convulsions, whatever. Today, I keep seeing myself keying my cheeks like a piano.