Past riddles

I shrink to become sweeter, and my name is the cut that makes things grow.

I measure without a ruler, keep score without a game; titled yet often numbered, feared at...

I live in whispers, lighter when told but heavier when kept. What am I?

I wear patched clothes but wear no shoes, I guard the rows yet never move.

I can be a quick kiss or a bird's tiny bite. What am I?

Verdant on a hedge, guilty at the bar — one four-letter face fits fern and femme who flood...

I hold a deck, a wolf, a lunch, what single word fits all these trunks?

I jumble familiar pieces without adding a thing. DJs, decks, and playlists know my name. W...

Born of sugar, dark or clear, aged in wood or spiced with cheer.

Honed by practice, earned through trial; I live in hands and heads and not in a file. I gr...