Karaka is the underside of a kea on the wing, a crispy autumn leaf and the sweetness of an ice block on a summer’s day. It’s tangy round fruit, and boiling lava. Orange is a West Coast sunset setting fire to the horizon. It’s the nacreous clouds that dance over Mt Erebus and our kiwi jackets on the ice like the blushing cheek of an Emperor penguin. Is orange your choice?