it's not quite as exciting as it sounds. to me, it's always been magic. because my daddy used to make magic milk for me when i had a hard time sleeping. it's "just" warmed milk, vanilla, sugar, and a sprinkle of cinnamon. but it's so much better when daddy makes it.
desperate times call for desperate measures. i had to eventually make it for myself. i'll just call it warmed sweet milk when i make it, because it sure didn't have the magic properties that it did when daddy would make it for me.