Da Hong Pao—literally “Big Red Robe”—is the most mythic name in the oolong universe, yet what sits in many tins labeled “Da Hong ...

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

High above the Nine-Bend Stream of northern Fujian, the Wuyi Mountains rise like a procession of stone giants wrapped in perpetua...

If green tea is the youthful scholar of Chinese tea and pu-erh the venerable sage, then Da Hong Pao—literally “Big Red Robe”—is t...

High above the Nine-Bend Stream, where the Wuyi Range folds into a maze of basalt cliffs and drifting mist, tea is not merely cul...

High in the mist-crowned Wuyi Mountains of northern Fujian, narrow plank paths still cling to sheer cliffs where monks once gathe...

If green tea is the fresh-faced scholar of Chinese tea and pu-erh the venerable sage, then Da Hong Pao—Big Red Robe—must be the w...

Wuyi Da Hong Pao—literally “Big Red Robe”—is the most myth-shrouded, government-protected, and palate-flamboyant member of the oo...

When Chinese tea lovers speak of “rock rhyme”—the stony, mineral whisper that lingers after swallowing an oolong—they are almost ...

When Chinese tea lovers speak of “rock rhyme”—the mineral whisper that lingers after swallowing an oolong—they are almost always ...