My Ancient Skull

My talisman is only one; none for the rest
It’s very lucky for me that it’s not a pest
Other people say that it’s from the past
But all I know is that it’s not at all fast

My talisman smells like dried paint
And it’s a strong as a live saint
My talisman feels like the bumpy surface of the rocks
And it’s fresher than my stinky socks