When Chinese tea lovers speak of “rock rhyme”—the elusive mineral melody that lingers after swallowing—they are almost always tal...

Few names in the vast universe of Chinese tea carry the mystique of Da Hong Pao, literally “Big Red Robe.” Grown on the vertigin...

If green tea is the dew of spring and pu-erh the patina of time, then Da Hong Pao—literally “Big Red Robe”—is the basalt heartbea...

If green tea is the fresh-faced scholar and black tea the stately ambassador, then Wuyi Da Hong Pao stands as the battle-scarred ...

Few names in the vast lexicon of Chinese tea carry the mystique of Da Hong Pao—literally “Big Red Robe.” Grown on the vertiginou...

When travelers first glimpse the sheer sandstone cliffs of northern Fujian’s Wuyi Mountains, they often assume the vertiginous la...

If oolong is the jazz of tea—improvisational, layered, always evolving—then Phoenix Dancong from Guangdong Province is the saxoph...

If oolong tea were a language, Phoenix Dancong would be its most eloquent dialect, spoken only on the steep granite ridges of Pho...

Alishan High-Mountain Oolong is the liquid echo of Taiwan’s central mountain range, a tea that carries the chill of 1,200-metre d...

Alishan High-Mountain Oolong is the liquid echo of Taiwan’s central mountain range, a tea that carries the chill of cloud forest ...