Round I start, yet no shape have I. Allow me to breathe, and my life will die. The older I grow, the more sought after I become. You will feel much better when I am done. What am I?
A bottle of fine wine!
I am bushy-headed yet I have no hair. I have no eyes but have seen many a year. Moisture cannot penetrate my flaky skin but it's really good at keeping it in. What am I?
My last half is something that can allow you entrance into a secured area and I am also a nation. Some people find me mouth watering. What am I?
