Notes
- a.^ Hooker's description of N. villosa from 1859 reads:
- Ascidia magna, ore lamellis latis disciformibus annularibus remotis instructo.
- Nepenthes Villosa, H. f. (Hook, Ic. Pl. t. 888).
- Hab.—Borneo (Lobb), Kina Balu, alt. 8,000–9,000 feet (Low).
- b.^ The Latin diagnosis for N. villosa from Danser's monograph reads:
Folia mediocria petiolata, lamina obovato-oblonga v. lanceolata, nervis longitudinalibus utrinque 2-3, vagina caulem fere totum amplectente ; ascidia rosularum ignota ; ascidia inferiora magna, breviter ovata, costis 2 ad os alatis fimbriatis ; peristomio operculum versus in collum elongato 6-12 mm lato, costis altis 3-12 mm distantibus, dentibus 1-3 x longioribus quam latis ; operculo rotundato-cordato v. paulum reniformi, facie inferiore plano ; ascidia superiora magna, parte inferiore ventricosa os versus cylindrica, costis 2 prominentibus ; peristomio operculum versus in collum elevato, 12-22 mm lato, costis altis 3-12 mm distantibus, dentibus 1-3 x longioribus quam latis ; operculo rotundato-ovato v. paulum reniformi, facie inferiore plano ; inflorescentia racemus pedicellis inferioribus 12 mm longis omnibus 1-floris ; indumentum villosum.
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