Everyone had a flavour that fit them completely, a scent that was them. John had realised very early on that people tended to like whatever flavour they were or at least gravitate towards it and that was where he got his love of tea and guessing games.
With some people it was easy to guess their flavour, Mrs Hudson for example liked lavender, vanilla and cream whilst Greg was more an earl grey kind of guy (no sugar). Sometimes it only took a few guesses like how Mycroft only had cream with his special crème Brule tea but not the choc-mint, and with others it took longer, Molly had taken several guesses to discover her love of honey and chamomile.
Sherlock was different though, for the life of him John couldn't figure out his favourite as it was always changing, sometimes he wanted spearmint and others English breakfast. It was so confusing. Maybe it was because his moods changed so fast or that he barely ate and John had nothing to go on, maybe smell would work, it was worth a try, after all Molly smelt of honey didn't she? That's it, that's what he'd go off. Now think John, what did Sherlock smell like? Musk and mint-spearmint and camomile-that's what Sherlock smelt like underneath all that bleach and chemicals. But there was something else, something that he was missing and John just couldn't place it, something warm and comforting, not quite soft but familiar and so very Sherlock.
Disrupted from his musings by a soft baritone voice whispering his name John looked up to meet the stricking blue eyes of the only consulting detective, his flat-mate and self-proclaimed sociopath. Sherlock Holmes stood before him in all his glory, clad in a silky purple shirt.
"John? I hope I haven't lost my blogger have I?" He smiled indulgently obviously having repeated said statement before, returning the smile John pushed away his inner musings "of course not Sherlock, tea?" Then turning before he could Sherlock had time to reply. Mid-step towards the kitchen he was stopped by a soft yet firm on his shoulder which then proceeded to turn him around, confused John returned his eyes to Sherlock's in time for their lips to meet as they shared their first surprise kiss, pulling away after a moment Sherlock smirked down at the shorter man, "yes please" He asked, eyes full of innocence before turning John back towards the kitchen.
Chamomile, spearmint and vanilla John decided before setting out to prepare the tea in a daze.