On the heels of emerald (which was divine) and radiant orchid (less divine, but mediocre) I find myself having trouble getting it up for marsala. A muted maroon, it’s certainly not offensive, it’s just aggressively ’90s. To me, it screams Sharon Chersky’s lipstick and wardrobe choices, no? It’s all very 1994, to the point where I feel I should be rocking a thermal henley hoodie and writing in my diary about my crush on the guy who sits next to me in Geometry. The chicken associations with its name also aren’t helping its cause.