When at sea I’m on the left, when at dock it’s where I’m at. In a glass I’m sweet and dense, apocryphally I’m the start of posh. I’ve carried this riddle far enough, what am I?

You can feel me but cannot see me even though I'm green. I make you long for what you cannot have but want desperately.

In Russia, I hide in my mother, and she hides in her mother and she hides in her mother and she hides in her mother and she hides in her mother. In a fictional pink land, I can be a president, weird, writer, physicist, doctor, lawyer, judge, diplomat, or beach.

No matter how hard you try to get rid of me, I always come back.

In Russia, I hide in my mother, and she hides in her mother and she hides in her mother and she hides in her mother and she hides in her mother. In a fictional pink land, I can be a president, weird, writer, physicist, doctor, lawyer, or judge