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...

If green tea is the dewy youth of Chinese tea and pu-erh its meditative old age, then Da Hong Pao—literally “Big Red Robe”—is the...

If green tea is the youthful scholar of Chinese tea and pu-erh the venerable sage, then Da Hong Pao sits between them like a batt...

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

If green tea is the dew-fresh poetry of spring and pu-erh the earthy chronicle of time, then Da Hong Pao—literally “Big Red Robe”...

If green tea is the youthful face of Chinese tea and pu-erh its wise elder, then Wuyi Da Hong Pao sits between them like a battle...

When Chinese tea lovers speak of “half-green, half-black” oolong, they are really speaking of a spectrum that stretches from the ...

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