A few years back, we bought a peppermint plant at a local farmer’s market. At any rate, it was sold to us as peppermint. It was the only living thing we were able to salvage when house and yard were destroyed. Hubby put it in a pot, coddled and cultivated it, and we now have a healthy little crop in a bed nestled next to the new place.
It’s not peppermint. It’s spearmint. I would swear to it in court. Spouse continues to defend “Patty” as peppermint and will with his dying breath. (Funny what you take defensive issues over after 28 years of marriage :)
So, to preserve the peace, it’s just mint. Mild mint at that, but I used a tablespoon of dry and crumbled leaves to make me a pint of chilled tisane last night and it was refreshing, genus and species notwithstanding.