If green tea is China’s liquid spring and pu-erh its earthy archive, then Da Hong Pao sits somewhere between poetry and geology—a...

If green tea is the fresh watercolor of Chinese tea art and pu-erh the slow-aged oil painting, then Da Hong Pao sits somewhere be...

If any Chinese tea can claim both imperial legend and modern rock-star status, it is Da Hong Pao—Big Red Robe—born on the vertigi...

If green tea is China’s springtime and pu-erh its autumn, then Da Hong Pao is the twilight hour when granite peaks glow crimson a...

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

High in the mist-crowned Wuyi Mountains of northern Fujian, where vertical cliffs drop into the Jiuqu Stream’s hair-pin bends, gr...

If any single tea can embody the romance, danger, and poetry of Chinese oolong, it is Da Hong Pao—literally “Big Red Robe”—grown ...

High in the Wuyi Mountains of northern Fujian, where mist coils around knife-sharp cliffs and a slow, mineral-rich river gnaws at...

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

When Chinese tea lovers speak of “rock rhyme,” they are invoking the stony soul of Da Hong Pao, the most celebrated oolong from n...