Geographic Distribution and Host Range
Pepper mottle was first recognized as an new strain of PVY infecting peppers in Arizona in 1969. In the early 1970s an "atypical" PVY isolate was also found in a survey of pepper fields in central Florida. Up until then, the two most important potyviruses infecting peppers in the US were Tobacco etch virus (TEV) and Potato virus Y (PVY). By 1975 it was clear that a third potyvirus, PepMoV (PeMV), was contributing to crop losses in pepper growing areas of the United States. It has also been found in California, New Mexico, Texas, and in Central America (El Slavador) (3). In 2003, it was reported in C. annuum in Japan.
This virus infects many species of Solanaceae, including several species of Capsicum (i.e. C. annuum, C. frutescens), Datura spp., Lycopersicon esculentum, Physalis floriana, tobacco (Nicotiana spp.) and nightshade (Solanum sp.) (2,4). It was its reaction on C. frutescens (Tabasco pepper) that alerted researchers to the presence of a new virus in peppers.
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