Push or pull me, I always return the same. Boil meat for too long, It becomes like me.

I sound like the very last thing you’ll do on Earth - or a deciding game piece However, my spelling specifies my use for creating rich color in many industries

Smooth, buttery and precious, Gifted to adorn, Or adorning a gift. You sleep soundly in my arms

Conical and has the flow. College parties make a spectacle of me.

I'm ground down daily, yet lift spirits high. A bitter obsession you can't justify. Born from a cherry, roasted till black. Your third cup by noon? Get your life back. I'm extracted under pressure, like your excuses for needing me. What am I?