15 ml (approx.) sunflower seed oil (carrier oil)
4 drops bay leaf (top note, clearing)
3 drops Roman chamomile (middle note, calming)
2 drops vetivert (base note, grounding)

I was in need of a bit of comfort with this bath, and the combination gave it. Not everyone would enjoy the bay - my old textbooks warn me that it can be irritant, especially of mucous membranes. But there was a sweetness shared by the bay and chamomile (memories of pinching chamomile heads as it grew in a park near my house - we called it "pineapple plant" for the smell, ignorant of its true name), and a spice carried mainly by the bay, yet lengthened by the earthiness of the vetivert. (For most blends I remember only using one drop in eight for anyone else, but I kind of like the stuff - while I enjoy florals, I wouldn't go as far as some women do to state them as their preferred fragrance.)

The comfort was in part for having been truly ill the last couple of days. Like starting right after my previous post. My doctor said I wouldn't have gotten a tummy bug from a cold room (I'm still betting, my own way of eppure si muove, that the chill did not help my immune system resist the final onslaught), but that my fellow students were probably a greater danger. (True enough - I love them, but they do have this annoying tendency to come to class when they're practically dead from the latest virus, or so it often seems.)

At least it was good for a sicknote, which I'll have to present tomorrow at school; I was ill enough that even going to a normal exam would have been daunting enough - sitting in an icebox room (I only learned later they did move the venue; apparently enough complaints convinced the powers-that-be) with limited access to a toilet would have simply been asking for a major incident of a distressingly physical nature.

Next exam, I will arise early enough to make sure I have a liter of HOT tea... and take a seat near the door because, although I'm largely over the bug, we all know you don't buy beer tea, you only rent it...