I wear a coat that's hard and brown, But crack me open, treasures are found. My brain has wrinkles, yet I can’t think, And squirrels may hide me near the brink. What am I?

Home to all of your bedtime stuff, or tshirts and shorts. When you slide this object out, hopefully it stays on course!

Kids makes it to play with it Teen builds it to provoke 'others' Adult hear it to remember their melted love

Have you ever seen an ice cream cone? Now imagine its shape, I'm not a clone. With me, your words reach far and wide. Choose the direction, they're amplified.

I am gathered by hand from a purple flower's core, Weight for weight, I am worth far more than gold in a store. Though I am thread-thin and deep crimson to the eye, I turn rice and broths as golden as the midday sky.