Inspired by a Fellini-esque evening of brushing cheeks, making ‘muah’ sounds and posturing in a pink hotel, restaurants with three hour long lines where the napkins say “pink as f---” and even the spaghetti is pink, a preferred palette more sophisticated than bubblegum and infinitely more so than that regrettable sweet strawberry cocktail that went down almost as effortlessly as it sent you to bed. There are few things in life less intimidating than a kiss in the air and a glass of water wrapped in something soft and pink.