I sound like sweetness, a pet name; I was a scourge, stoker of war's flame.

Printed. Dyed. Under a tie. Cotton or poly. Full sleeved or shy. Remove just one letter, its profane in its cry. The upper half’s sheath. Some pocketed high.

Take a common measure of milk, add an ‘e’. Sailed after stolen on the seven seas.

I am the beginning of eternity, the end of time and space, the beginning of every end, and the end of every place.

If there's two or more of me, I can be married. I am how taste is carried. I can vary based on style. I have no social media but can have a profile.