Eggs, purse, pearls. And if you’re unsure, I can help you get up to speed.

I am related to dionysus, but I am not god. People often relax and wine down with me.

My water is hot and steamy, close to a boil, it rests beneath the rocky soil. When pressure climbs, it rises with might, and suddenly bursts upwards, what a sight!

A bridge in the sky, Hues born of Apollo's tears, After storm's fierce cry.

My flesh is sweet, my skin is thin, I have a stone, but no original sin. A purple blush on a summer day, I turn to prunes when taken away. What am I?