Ask any Chinese tea lover to name one tea worth more than its weight in gold, and the answer will likely be Da Hong Pao—Big Red R...

If green tea is the fresh-faced youth of Chinese tea and pu-erh the wise elder, then Da Hong Pao sits magisterially in between—an...

If green tea is China’s spring water and pu-erh its earthy cellar, then Da Hong Pao is the cliffside symphony that has echoed thr...

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...

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 green tea is the dewy youth of Chinese tea and pu-erh its venerable sage, then Wuyi Da Hong Pao stands somewhere between—an oo...

When Chinese tea lovers speak of “rock bone and floral heart,” they are invoking the spirit of Da Hong Pao, the most celebrated o...