Olive, tree? Fortunes revealed! Magic technique, Cups to conceal

Nestled in the crook, where the branch meets the trunk, a secret cave where warmth and scent have stunk. Often ignored, yet a daily groom, it’s the hidden nook beneath your arm’s bloom.

Filled with precipitation, And not to boast, The most diverse biome. Finer roast.

Like Rodin's 'The Thinker,' Perched on a pot, When lost in deep thought, I'm the best spot to squat

You mostly know me in my synthetized and comercialized form, but but you should know me as an animal useful for filtering the sea - just like you know that I can clean your skin or your countertop.