On September 26, 2019 
My sister planted the old herb gardens that year, labeled all the plants, and made a map. She also left all her herb books when she promptly moved to New Mexico to live. I knew nothing about herbs and had a toddler.
So I sat down and made an index card about every one of the 125 she had planted. The cards had Latin name, common names, sun/water/soil/feeding requirements, propagation info, medicinal, culinary, other info, and toxicity.
I pulled out the card I had for Pineapple sage, and sure enough, it matched
Not red flowers…
We agreed to figure it out. I was to take photos and send to her. But as often happens, life intervened.
On Thursday, I needed something to fill the dehydrator and went to get the “pineapple sage”. I took the photos of the now going by plant. And I was telling my intern about these turn of events as we loaded trays.
Seedheads
My helper friend came in for lunch about this time and heard the story. He had always said he thought it was a mint, and I would always say, nope, pineapple sage.
So he whips out his smart phone and looks up “pineapple mint” to see if there’s such a thing. There is, and it matches perfectly.
There had been at least 6 different mints planted in 1992. They had hybridized over the years and I ended up pulling them all out as they had lost flavor and most of their scent. But this one never mixed with the others, not sure why. And somehow became “pineapple sage” which must have died early on, as I don’t remember it.
So now I must make the effort to remember it is a mint (not hard as it behaves like one with its world domination behavior) and call it correctly. Looks like I need to find seed for “pineapple sage” so I will have that also. It’s a really lovely red…