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.

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.

I found pineapple weed growing between the cracks of the sidewalk and inhaled its faint, apple-like scent.

Every morning, she stopped by the bakery to buy a pineapple bun and a cup of milk tea before heading to work.

She bought several pineapple buns from the bakery for the picnic.

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