Im somethings horses can eat, but is served to you wet. Some prefer me with honey or fruits and some wouldn't eat me. Even in death.

I’m made of many materials; most notably gold or pearl. I’m used to gain entry. I can also be an ending to words to indicate a scanda, like water or Iran.

My essence is of life, yet can choke the living. My existence is omnipotent yet can be more valuable than sterling. I can catch ablaze yet can smother my flames. I can be dirty black or crystal clear, and my purity would remain the same.

Amidst the vast ocean blue, a tiny friend in view. Not a mountain, not a plain, just a dot in the nautical domain.

Bananas wear these coming down the stairs, coming down in pairs, and when chasing Teddy Bears.