I spend the week acquiring bougie items in the viridian wedge of the color wheel: A dangerously drinkable gin from East London liquor with a bottle that actively attempts to seduce my mind into thinking it’s a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc. “I’m just a chalky, citrusy, eminently sippable 80 proof White with pronounced minerality.” A pitch-perfect Olive Tree scented candle from Flamingo Estate. It smells: Greenique. Sempervivenerous. Soilish.

Not pictured: green corduroy pants, key limes, margarita mix, pistachios.