Notes
- a.^ During September and October 1925, Endert explored the hilly area around Mount Kemul, climbing the summit (1,847 m) several times, and the neighbouring valleys of the Long Mehiang, Long Kiau, and Long Petak. He collected N. fusca on October 12 and N. mollis on October 17.
b.^ The Latin description of N. fusca from Danser's monograph reads:
Folia mediocria breviter petiolata, lamina lanceolata, nervis longitudinalibus utrinque c. 2, vagina caulis 1/2 amplectente; ascidia rosularum ignota; ascidia inferiora magnitudine mediocria, parte inferiore anguste ovata, os versus subcylindrica, parte superiore alis 2 fimbriatis; peristomio in collum elongato, applanato, 4-10 mm lato, costis c. 1/3-2/3 mm distantibus, dentibus c. tam longis quam latis; operculo anguste ovato, subcordato, facie inferiore appendice lateraliter applanata; ascidia superiora magnitudine mediocria, infundibuliformia, costis 2 prominentibus; peristomio in collum elongato, applanato, 3-8 mm lato, costis 1/3-1/4 mm distantibus, dentibus brevissimis; operculo anguste ovato, subcordato, facie inferiore prope basin appendice lateraliter applanata; inflorescentia racemis parvus, pedicillis inferioribus c. 8 mm longis, omnibus 1-floris v. partim 2-floris ; indumentum iuventute densissimum, denique passim densum, breve, e pilis patentibus crassis simplicibus v. basi ramosis compositum.
c.^ Some authors treat N. fallax in synonymy with N. stenophylla, while others consider them to be two distinct species, with plants commonly referred to as N. stenophylla actually representing N. fallax.
d.^ The subspecies was named after Zakri Abdul Hamid. This taxon, along with N. curtisii (sensu J.H.Adam & Wilcock) itself, is considered a heterotypic synonym of N. stenophylla by some taxonomists.
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