The carrier of death Many called me a plague I've been used to test science For the smart and depraved

The truest way to your partners heart, the way to satiate their soul. We have one, while a certain whale has thirteen. Go to the store, by fresh stuff, the come home and prepare it.

I can be slang for a dank nug. I can have weeping branches or curling white bark. I’m useful for swings, houses, forts, and Giving. What am I?

Am I truly the son of my mother and blood of my brothers? But my appearance stirs up contempt. My family despises me, strangers persecute me, the winter endangers me. I am pitiable and alone. Yet come spring, and my mourning turns into laughter, my shame into glory. For I once was lower than all but now am the most beautiful amongst my brothers.

A sheet of gold, as thin as can be. Many of me make the lungs of a tree.