The pineapple growing in the conservatory displayed more than thirty long, spined, pointed leaves radiating from a thick central stem, unmistakably identifying it as Ananas comosus.

The farmers at the market sold ripe pineapples by the dozen.

She ordered a pineappled cocktail garnished with a maraschino cherry.

A queen pineapple from my garden made a surprisingly sweet topping for the tart.

At the fish market, I tasted a sea pineapple for the first time and was surprised by its briny, slightly sweet flavor.

At the fish market, I saw crates of sea pineapples stacked beside jars of pickled squid.

Forecasters warned that a Pineapple Express would bring heavy rain and flooding to the California coast this weekend.

After the farmers' market closed, I bought a basket of ripe pineapple guava to make jam.

We harvested a basket full of pineapple guavas from the backyard orchard.

The pineapple lily in the courtyard bloomed later than expected, filling the air with a faint, sweet scent.