Acrid aromas arrive with a-holes amounting. I'm a word for bad smells, just a lesser used one. My alliteration skills ran out.

I don't always tell the truth because I can be faulty and fade with time, yet when people talk about me, they sometimes consider me their truth.

You cannot look directly at me without seeing your twin, even if you don't have a twin. People look at me to see themselves, but even so, I never quite show them themselves as other people see them because my view is backward.

First three short for an herb green and friendly. My last three are an action, something you do when you want it. Put together, and I'm a great idea, the best chicken treat, or a solid chunk of gold.

Feline eye, Roman nose, Pericles in perfect pose, Agate rolls, Steely strays, Gorgons glaze, by glowering gaze