Chamomile tea is for when I’m ill. I mean, like, really ill.
As in “Either kill me right away, or get me some chamomile tea. I am beyond caring.”
No, maybe an Earl Grey or Assam, steeped for 3 1/2 minutes, with a dash of milk.
Tea exists in an as yet unresolved quantum state while you brew it.
Whether it is soothing or stimulating is decided entirely by the attitude in which you drink it.
ETA: mispeling. Yes, that is how it should be spelled.
