No matter the question this is a mages answer. It is a type of alcoholic shot aswell.

In the modern world, I'm collected to give insights, but I wasn't always this. If you go back some years, I allude to a sweet treat, I even had my own jars! I come in all sorts of shapes and sizes; bars and discs and cakes, oh my! Go back even further when I was nowhere as sweet, where I was a steadfast traveling good to keep the hunger at bay.

A key on a string, The wind in the reeds, Sticks to the skin, The spitting of seeds Counted together, Sum of its parts, Subtly guiding the mind, But a yoke to the heart

I twist, I turn, I grip with might, I can twist a bolt or at hearts with plight.

Bunnies that build up when time flies. Ashes to ashes, change my first to R, I eat metal.