When Chinese tea lovers speak of “rock rhyme”—the mineral melody that lingers on tongue and memory—they are almost always talking...

If green tea is the fresh-faced youth of Chinese tea and pu-erh the wise elder, then Da Hong Pao sits between them like a charism...

If one were to listen to southern China with a cup in hand, Phoenix Dancong would sing the clearest melody. Hailing from the fog...

Ask any Chinese tea master to name one oolong that embodies both imperial legend and living terroir, and the answer is almost alw...

High in the mist-wrapped Wuyi Mountains of northern Fujian, narrow plank paths are still bolted to sheer cliffs so that tea picke...

If green tea is the fresh-faced youth of Chinese tea and pu-erh the wise elder, then Da Hong Pao—Big Red Robe—occupies the charis...

High in the mist-curtained Wuyi Mountains of northern Fujian, vertical cliffs of purple sandstone rise above the Nine-Bend River ...

High above the subtropical valleys of Guangdong’s Phoenix Mountain, clouds coil around granite peaks whose mineral-rich soils hav...

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

When Chinese tea lovers speak of “rock rhyme”—the elusive yan yun that signals the highest grade of Wuyi oolong—they are, knowing...