There is no color that I do not find amazing and beautiful. Choosing one is like choosing my favorite child (if I had billions of children).
Now, sure there are many purple tones that (when worn close to my face) make me look as if I have a blood disorder. Purple on a a ripe plum or in the twilight sky or a healing bruise is beautiful. Purple makes the word Dioxazine sexy.
My kids will try to trip me up by asking if I like the color of poop or throw-up. I tell them I don't like the smell of those things but the colors are amazing. In fact one of my favorite sweaters was a multi-colored knit that closely resembled vomit.
I can start to get overwhelmed if I dwell on all the beautiful colors that occur in ordinary ways on ordinary objects . A slight shift of the Earth's relationship to the sun and the colors change. Awesome. When I see an actual rainbow I get pretty excited.
On the other hand, I've always been a big fan of black and white. When I was a teenager I went so far as to decorate my entire room in black and white.
I never feel the absence of color when I work in black and white or when I'm viewing black and white. It's right there in my imagination. I unconsciously fill in the colors and I am satisfied.
Color though, is my true love.
I recently learned how to "paint" with software and I am having a good time.
There are a lot of hyperlinks in this post which goes to show how excited I get when talking about color.