If green tea is China’s springtime whisper and pu-erh its autumnal soliloquy, then Da Hong Pao—Big Red Robe—must be the cliff-hun...

If green tea is China’s garden sprite and pu-erh its venerable sage, then Da Hong Pao—Big Red Robe—stands as the martial hero of ...

If oolong is the most dramatic chapter in the epic of Chinese tea, then Da Hong Pao from the Wuyi Mountains of northern Fujian is...

When Chinese tea lovers whisper the words “Da Hong Pao,” they are not simply naming a tea; they are invoking a legend carved into...

High in the mist-curtained Wuyi Mountains of northern Fujian, where the Nine-Bend River coils like a jade ribbon around towering ...

High above the winding Jiuqu Stream, where the Wuyi Range thrusts its granite ribs into the humid Fujian sky, grows the most myth...

High above the winding Jiuqu Stream, where the Wuyi Mountains thrust their granite shoulders into the humid Fujian sky, grows the...

If green tea is the fresh-faced scholar of Chinese teas and pu-erh the venerable elder, then Da Hong Pao (Big Red Robe) is the dr...

If green tea is China’s springtime whisper and pu-erh its autumnal soliloquy, then Da Hong Pao—Big Red Robe—stands as the twiligh...

If green tea is China’s springtime and pu-erh its autumn, then oolong is the country’s long, golden afternoon—balanced between fr...