I have a hankering for peppermint tea, which is odd because I never drink tea and even if I did drink tea peppermint tea wouldn't be one of my top choices, far from it. Moreover, I've never even had peppermint tea, to my recollection, due to a lifelong antipathy toward the very idea of peppermint tea. In fact I am at the very least indifferent and in some cases acutely hostile to the idea of peppermint anything, including peppermint candy, York peppermint patties, peppermint oil, peppermint schnapps, and even the ugly white flowers of the peppermint plant. How then to explain this baffling desire? One alarming possibility is the development of another personality, heretofore secretly assembling itself, coalescing in the background of my current one and only now beginning to reveal itself, emerging in wraithlike wisps through cracks and fissures in the ramshackle walls of dark untrod corridors of the tumbledown estate of Me. I probably ought to consult the psychiatric literature for case histories in which the sudden unprecedented desire for peppermint tea signals an oncoming abrupt personality shift, fracture, or cleavage.

Oh, hold on, a character I really liked in a book I recently read drank peppermint tea. There we go. Phew!

Wait, what book?