Post-holiday glums usually hit me in the gut like a sack of wet potatoes, so I made a preemptive herbal strike yesterday and bought an ounce of St. John’s Wort. As herbal medicinals tend to taste like tree bark, I dumped an experimental teaspoon in with a second steep of my Bonita Peach green rooibos. It worked—no bitterness and enough fruit flavor left to make it somewhat tasty. Next time I’ll go halvesies with some fresh leaf.