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 ...

Wuyi Da Hong Pao—literally “Big Red Robe”—is the most storied sub-variety of Chinese oolong, a tea whose very name evokes imperia...

If green tea is China’s garden sprite and pu-erh its earthy sage, then Da Hong Pao—literally “Big Red Robe”—is the imperial schol...

If green tea is the fresh-faced scholar of Chinese teas and pu-erh the venerable sage, then Da Hong Pao—Big Red Robe—stands as th...

When Chinese tea lovers speak of “rock tea,” they are really speaking of a taste of stone. Nowhere is that lithic flavor more vi...

Ask any Chinese tea lover to name one tea that tastes of stone, orchid, and legend at once, and the answer is almost always Da Ho...

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

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