I’m a fragrant bloom both wild and tame, a word you’d use to call a name. Upon a pond where ripples glide, a frog will rest on me with pride. What am I?

I circle without moving I can be skipped, but not by everyone I'm carved in snow and pressed in wax I've carried names, storms, and secrets and when you follow me too long, you might forget where you started

I am sometimes in a room, but I am not supposed to be there. You might avoid talking about me.

It's what your partner does when she catches you cheating. It's what a tree needs to keep on breathing.

I am extremely sensitive to smells, which is funny since thats my defense. I am very cute as I walk, with kids in tow, though tails up and you better run and hide. I spray to defend, tomato to not offend, please run and hide if you see me.