This tea, this tea, this tea. I know exactly when I first made it, how cool the counter was against my fingertips, where we went for dinner that day, what the text message I wrote just then said (you were barely awake; maybe I woke you up; oh you), and what this smelled like.
Exactly what this smelled like.
When I find a new scent or flavour, and it’s one of my scents or flavours, it feels like coming home; like simultaneously burrowing into myself and stepping outside myself. It’s one of the best feelings. There’s a distant little click as one of my puzzle pieces snaps into place and I am nudged one step closer to completion.