I'm heard when fear makes lesser people flee, that others would condemn with mockery. A soldier shot to fame by cooking me, as did a sailor fond of greenery.

I can be used to build up walls, but also to bring them down. You can use me for alchemy or to spice up your life.

I’m a hollow of flesh where the warm winds hide, A sheltered nook where sharp scents bide. I sweat in silence, betray no sound, Yet one raised arm and I’m quickly found. I’m not a foot, though I can reek of sin. Name the place the odor lives in.

Babies have to do this. Kids want to do it, but adults can't.

Don't try to steal from my library because I can turn my head three hundred sixty degrees. I appreciate any contribution but if slighted you won't hear my retribution.