What region of the streets stabs you in the back?

viscous or flowing. Parties or tranquillity. I can be present at either of these. I shower upwards, as the birds drink from me. What am I?

My last riddle was a pun on cow products, But it didn't go over very well. Put succinctly:

To put something on is the word at my start To lock what's unlocked is second part's art Together four-legged creature they form One without wings, talons, venom, and horn

I never spoil, though ages pass me by. Made without hands, yet crafted with care. I come from flowers, but I’m not a bloom, and once I’m taken, the makers must work twice as hard.