When the only way forward is up. Ladders, ropes, and mountains are all friends of mine.

I foam up when you rub my head, I wash away what oily threads led. I come in bottles, clear or brightly hued, And leave your scalp completely renewed.

Whether weighing peaches, people, or the choices that we make, I’m trusted with the answer, however much’s at stake.

You can pop this stone fruit on top of a cake, or if you're clever you can tie the stem in a knot with your tongue

Put me on a road to divert traffic or flip me upside down and put ice cream in me