I’m small and disposable, yet hard to forget; some see me as garbage, but don't throw me yet! I vanish in moments with a crackle and snap, a curious comfort designed just to wrap.

I have a core, but I do not have a soul. I am often seen in the time before cold.

I can make people bounce, but I cannot jump or walk. People use me to Have fun and jump.

I’m there when you’re happy I’m there when you’re sad, at my bottom you’ll only find despair

Prominent part of the face, proboscis of prestige, where scents parade with a passage of pleasure, a bridge to breathe, and a sentinel for sneezes.