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...

If green tea is China’s liquid springtime and pu-erh its earthy archive, then Da Hong Pao—Big Red Robe—stands somewhere between m...

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

If green tea is the fresh-faced scholar of Chinese teas and pu-erh the bearded sage, then Da Hong Pao—literally “Big Red Robe”—is...

If green tea is the fresh-faced scholar of Chinese tea and pu-erh the bearded sage, then Da Hong Pao stands as the battle-scarred...

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...

Wuyi Da Hong Pao—literally “Big Red Robe”—is the most mythic name in the oolong universe. Born on the vertiginous basalt cliffs ...

If oolong tea is the jazz of the Camellia sinensis world—improvisational, layered, forever balancing between green freshness and ...

Among the six great tea families of China, oolong alone occupies the aromatic midpoint between green freshness and black depth. ...