If green tea is the youthful face of Chinese tea culture, then Wuyi Da Hong Pao is its weather-beaten, poetry-spouting elder—an o...

When Chinese tea lovers speak of “the seven necessities of daily life,” they list firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar—a...

Wuyi Da Hong Pao—literally “Big Red Robe”—is the most storied sub-variety of Chinese oolong, a tea so mythic that emperors once s...

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 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...

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

Tucked into the crevices of northern Fujian’s Wuyi Mountains, where mist coils around knife-edged cliffs and a single ravine can ...

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 ...