On a cliff at dawn in lolipop ginger, she flows from downward dog to total exposure. Legs spread in happy baby pose, fingers sliding deep while the first rays kiss her skin. “Wake up with lolipop ginger,” she moans. The sun crests just as she does—body bowing, voice breaking on endless “lolipop ginger, lolipop ginger, lolipop ginger!” as she squirts into the morning light in perfect, glowing “lolipop ginger” bliss.