I have a hard time believing this color was regularly worn in Ancient Greece, but then again the gods are real and a large centaur that calls himself the 'River Guardian' tried to have sex with me in this dream nonsense. Clothing hues are far from the strangest thing. Then there's, of course, Hercules - rippling muscles, brain the size of a rabbit's turd - and he comes to the rescue with his farm-boy routine. Greaaaat.
None of this is unfolding in a mythologically accurate way, but I've done my reading and I know he marries a Megara UUUUUGHHHHHHH and they make some babies before he loses his marbles and kills all of them. If that's my fate, I'm done. I'm becoming a nun.