When I turned 50 I made a special Tarot for my own pleasure and viewing. I take it out sometimes and let it hit me in all the forbidden places. Also on occasion I read with it for others, as a special treat. That's when all the colors get hotter, the skin in the game, with the pomegranate a fountain of youth, quenching the thirst of the desert. Here's the forbidden colors for the sake of the continuum of the imagination that goes ad infinitum.