Wall by wall, I build my new house after the sweltering heat. The air is made all the sweeter, the scents of warm spices leading the perfumed charge. I carefully portion out dollops of mortar, and line my footpath with cheery stones. The outside I paint and dust with snow, and add garnish with whorled tiles. What did I build with?

I am both worn by a tree, and a symbol of royalty. Even a coin can describe me. What am I?

brown and smooth, meant to soothe, though I prefer it a little more rocky. used many a way, from sauces to saute, I make things divine. alone I am fine, paired with a figurative log and ants, I am the missing piece.

Its bells don't ring; they shine red, green, and yellow Tiny black seeds that season your meal, Or thin, red, or green when you need some heat

You thought it was songs, But the app said no? 'Radio Art' ? It's what helps the heat flow...