Pepper in mint?

Why is peppermint called peppermint, even though it does not have any trace of pepper in it?

Bliss.

A moon. A Guy. Some music - Beautiful.
The moon smiles at me all the way back home;
The guy makes me run out of reasons to cry;
The music, brings him that much closer to me - makes me realise, he is not as far as the moon is!
Perfect bliss.
Amen.

Million little silver friends.

A smile stays on me, as the photographer tries to click a snap.
The photographer, checks us out at various angles through his lens, and finally manages to push the button.
Then comes a flash as bright as lightening, exposing me to a million little friends of various shapes, all silver, moving helter skelter in confusion, like they are in a hurry to meet their couterparts and complete a jigsaw puzzle.
Before I get to see the puzzle complete, the black background disappears and so do my million friends.
Normalcy resumes, even while I try hard not to lose those silver friends of mine who are busy solving the puzzle, who are trying meet their counterpart with whom they can snugly fit in - happily forever, and be satisfied by the knowledge that they have done their job in completing the mysterious jigsaw.
Will I be able to see them again?