A long time ago a nymph from cocytus and Hades shared a fleeting love, much to the disamay of his wife. In a fit of jealous anger Persephone turned the heathen into a plant. That plant still enamours men to this day with its FRESH taste and aroma.

I begin with a letter and end with a number when spoken out loud yet neither has anything to do with me. Rather, think of an animal you know well

wrapping my makers in coccoons in dark, dark places, beware woven into pretty scarves that all the maidens wear

I cure a bellyache without a spoon, When mixed just right, I change the tune. A coconut’s best famous friend, Sing it once- the chorus won’t end. What am I?

Rain gives me life Earth gives me form I may cause you some strife After a big storm