I can live and die in a flash, but once I'm gone leave only ash.

It’s what a smooth criminal rides on the winter slopes.

I hold your memories, dreams, and fears, while hidden far behind your ears.

I am generally flat topped and three or more legs. Family gatherings are difficult without me. Conferences and meetings I'm greatly desired.

Though flowers fade and seasons turn, their fragrant memory I preserve. In a crystal prison I remain, until a spray sets me free again.