It's the season's hottest color with quite possibly the worst name. That's right, friends, I'm talking about oxblood. I'm really not sure why we can't call it maroon, scarlet, wine, cranberry or burgundy (See? So many other perfectly acceptable options!), but I'm willing to look past its all-too-literal description simply because of its rich, warm shade that makes me wish I was cozied up in an oversized sweater with a cup of tea and a stack of magazines.