Red
As her heart's durability was forcefully being tested, that was the color she saw behind her blurred vision. Temari wanted to see blue or grey because it would have better reflected the emotions she had felt. However, she kept imagining the red roses after a heated argument and the heat of his breath against the back of her neck. And in the anger of her emotions, the color of pain was red.
Mint
As their lips finally met, that was the flavor she tasted. Temari wanted him to taste like honeysuckle or bourbon because it would better represent what his kiss should have tasted like. However, she breathlessly reacted to the saliva on his tongue that was covered with speckles of the gum he had been chewing and the sweet sensation of freshness tickling her lips. And in the ecstasy of her bliss, the taste of happiness was mint.