|Flower is about 2" tall|
It isn't much. Back in my childhood, we were drilled with Old Testament stories. I learned that when the Children of Israel were in Egypt and preparing to depart from their slavery, they used hyssop as a brush to paint lamb's blood on the lintel so the Destroying Angel would spare their first born. That's my total knowledge bank/library on hyssop.
|The top flower drops a suggestion of itself down|
the stalk at each leaf intersection.
But last year when the herb garden was thought up, camphor hyssop called to me. And you're right; it was one of those herbs whose seeds look like dust. Now the hyssop stands six feet tall, looks like mint and has tasty blossoms.
|A crowd of camphor hyssop|
Things I get to do today take me by the hyssop compound frequently, so I pinch a fluffily flower and munch it on my way. Minty, fluffy, with a gently sweet finish. I'm learning.