This is the comfort tea that I want when it is the middle of the night and I just don’t feel good. I want to put on a robe and slippers and stumble into the kitchen to light up the burner under the kettle so that I can sit in the dark watching the gas light while the water boils. I want to add a generous spoonful of honey and take my mug of tea (teabag and spoon and all) back to bed where I can curl up and drink my tea from the spoon until it’s cool enough to sip directly from the mug. I want this tea, specifically, in this teabag that’s going to be stuck to the side of the mug when I wake up in the morning feeling better because I finally got some sleep. This is my comfort tea.