Description
E. radicans, like other members of subgenus Amphiglottium, is a sympodial orchid which grows stems which do not swell into pseudobulbs and are covered with imbricating sheaths, produces a terminal inflorescence covered at its base by close imbricating sheaths, and produces a lip adnate to the column to its apex. The lip of E. radicans is trilobate, as with the other members of section Schistochila, with the lacerate lobes which are typical of the subsections Carinata and Tuberculata. E. radicans differs from the other lacerate Schistochila by producing roots from most of the stem.
Epidendrum radicans (or perhaps E. ibaguense) seeds are quite small, at 320 (or perhaps 167) seeds per mg.
The chromosome number of an individual collected in Ecuador has been determined as 2n = 60. This increases the diversity of reported chromosome numbers for E. radicans by disagreeing with other values: 2n = 40, 2n = 57, 2n = 62, and 2n = 64
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