Tucked high above the Sichuan basin, where perpetual cloud veils the summit of Meng Ding Mountain, a tea once reserved for empero...

High on the shoulders of Sichuan’s sacred Meng Ding Shan, where perennial mist folds the granite cliffs into soft anonymity, a te...

Tucked high on the mist-laden shoulders of Sichuan’s Mt. Meng, where clouds brush evergreen camellia canopies and the Min River w...

Tucked high on the northern rim of the Sichuan Basin, where the Min River cuts through a stair-case of cloud-veiled terraces, lie...

Tucked high on the northern rim of the Sichuan Basin, where humid clouds roll up the southern slopes of the Qinghai-Tibetan Plate...

Tucked high above the Sichuan basin, where perpetual cloud veils the Min River gorge, lies Meng Ding Mountain, the cradle of the ...

High on the northern rim of the Sichuan Basin, where the Himalayas throw their first gentle spurs toward the Yangtze, the mist ne...

High on the mist-veiled shoulders of Mt. Mengding in Sichuan province, where clouds brush evergreen camellia trees and the air sm...

If green tea is the fresh-faced scholar of Chinese tea and pu-erh the bearded sage, then yellow tea is the quiet prince who vanis...

Tucked high on the northern rim of the Sichuan Basin, Meng Ding Mountain has been sending clouds to kiss its granite cliffs for m...