An earthy delight on a rainy day, a smell may not be here to stay. What am I?

With golden frills, I touch the sky; I grow and grow and grow so high. I take my name from that which I feed; And many love to eat my seed.

An action meant to take or hide; a plant with leaves both long and wide. A Christian day of Feast pre-East; a body part that futures seek.

As a noun, I live at sea; but as a verb, you search for me. When something’s strange, just add a Y; you shouldn’t see me in the sky.

A fright, a scare, surprise creates me; a chemical to help you through. While those who live to seek adventure; are always chasing highs anew.