Basil is such a drama queen!
All you have to do is transplant it, for heaven's sake, and it launches into hysteria: "Oh my God, I'm dying! Quick! Make flowers, make seeds! Someone to carry on the family name!" I spent the whole summer pinching off its flowers. "There, there. You're not dying, hon. See? The sun is out, it's hot, and the first frost isn't for at least another ten weeks."
Typical hot-blooded Mediterranean herb! Now sage...there's a nice stable plant.