Love me or not, to some I’m oddly crisp, tasting like herbs or a sad rubber tire from a dish. Twisted and bold, a nostalgic wish, but I’m more like the black sheep of the candy dish

I have a golden head in the sun's warm gaze, then a puff of white in my final days. I provide flavor to a summer's sweet wine, but with one strong breath, you send a wish of mine

In frame thou dost stand, Silent keeper of secrets, Thou open'st worlds vast.

A tale says I cost a giant commander his head, another song says I travel around a watch instead I appear by a baby and shake it around, you can find me on stage or the ground I can slam you in a rough, tight place or be a souvenir from outer space

I have seas with no water, coast with no sand, towns without people, mountains without land. What am I?