I don't know why I love hyssop so much since it smells rather like a skunk. But I love everything about this plant- the memories, the sight, the tea that soothes coughs and even the smell (it's not the you-just-got-sprayed-by-a-skunk smell but more oh-a-skunk-was- in-the-neighborhood smell).
I had a lovely time in Palestine and Egypt finding familiar herbs as we roamed around the country. I found oregano at the base of Mt. Sinai, mint in Nazareth, rosemary in Jerusalem, and hyssop in al-Khalil, better known to most Christians and Jews as Hebron. Al-Khalil is hardly a city of peace, but standing alone on the outskirts of town with the smell of hyssop all around me, it seemed peaceful to me.