Hybrid creation, Two forms combined, A potent mutation, From a Swedish chef's mind?

I wear no shoes, I need no road, I bob instead of carry loads. I sip the sea, I hum and float, I love to brag and gently gloat. From dock to dock, I cheer and boast, I taxi fish and people most.

Timeless golden vessel. Holy. Light. Proffered by ladies who hold parties.

To bind a newly weds to have an oath for everyone to see , this small trinket is what I am to be

Front and center, the face's lead, Smells abound, the scent I read, Tissue's call, when I bleed.