I need four to be a utensil, While three rule the sea. Different counts of prongs Help to name me.

a shaker on your counter the smell at a beach the tang of a beef steak what do these have in common?

I am dark and bitter, but can be milky sweet. I was a luxury for Kings, but now for all to treat. What am I?

My first's in tank, But not in panzer, My second's in carrot And also in tarot, My third is in lap, But not in recliner If one were to peer at every odd line, A further clue might emerge over time I'm a master of spin, the best you might say So what is this riddle trying to convey?

One wee soldier, Among the ranks, Which surround, To guard the flanks. I brace myself, As hand draws near, A little pinch, My death you hear.