A potion in a bottle, it shields your skin from Sol's fiery kiss, invisible armor for beach warriors, protecting against time's aging embrace.

Big and red like some noses, but I probably don't smell like roses. Broadside struck by beginners' luck, inside park your pickup truck.

I arrive fresh, crisp, and neat, To cover your torso, my job's complete Worn by all genders, young or old, In heat or cold, I'm bought and sold What am I?

When shoes come off and day is through, I’m the first thing waiting there for you. Soft and quiet on the floor, what am I behind the door?

I’m paired with nuts. If my shaft is long, I can screw quote deep. Threaded for your pleasure.