I can be cast but I am not plaster. Compared to my cousin, I melt faster. I'm my mother and father forged into one. I heralded an age, but by my cousin undone.

I hold up a flower and support a flute. Marie Curie and Ada Lovelace paved the way for girls -in- me as an acronym.

When at sea I’m on the left, when at dock it’s where I’m at. In a glass I’m sweet and dense, apocryphally I’m the start of posh. I’ve carried this riddle far enough, what am I?

America had four main types... until one cost them so much money to mint that they quit. What am I?

Dark day of deals, crowds rush in, Red losses turn black, shoppers win. Post-Thanks rush, frenzy and cheer What turns the tide from loss to profit here?