A sea giant's treasure, for your nose's pleasure.

It has a nose that knows secrets. A mouth that mouthes no words. It speaks in the coat of a tree. Lovable, but hares bewares; It can be a bully.

If my first was a, I'd be frozen sap, But spelled as I am, I'm the heart of the hearth.

Circuitous creation, delicate yet defiant, spun in solitude by a silent sentinel. Aerial architecture, capturing the curious, hidden in corners, unseen yet omnipresent.

An igloo, or maybe a yeti. Either way, you’ll find it’s chilly.