Maybe a tree part Maybe a long nose Maybe storage for cars Maybe used to move clothes What am I?

Though I am formed deep within the terra, I somehow capture an iridescent glimmer. Only once I reach the light of sun, can you see that opaque shimmer.

I am used to secure, but I am not a lock. You can find me on your letters.

I’m pretty to look at but painful to hold, On a particular day my red version is sold, I do well on my own as well as bunched together, I’m given with feeling but don’t last forever.

I am a liquid but can also be a letter, You can have me when ill to make you feel better, You can order me to go but I’m also at home, To cool me down just give me a blow.