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 ...

High in the mist-crowned Wuyi Mountains of northern Fujian, narrow bamboo rafts once carried tribute tea along the Nine-Bend Stre...

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 East China Sea, where Guangdong Province’s coastline bends toward the South China Sea, the granite spine of Fenghu...

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...

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...

When Chinese tea lovers whisper the words “Da Hong Pao,” they are not merely naming a tea; they are invoking a legend carved into...