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

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...

When Chinese tea lovers speak of “rock bone and floral fragrance,” they are invoking the spirit of Da Hong Pao, the most celebrat...

High above the winding Nine-Bend River, the vertical cliffs of Wuyi Shan in northwest Fujian cradle the most mythic of all Chines...

If green tea is the dew of spring and black tea the hearth of winter, then Da Hong Pao—literally “Big Red Robe”—is the echo of st...

High in the jagged folds of northern Fujian’s Wuyi Mountains, a narrow plank path clings to vermilion cliffs. Below it, the Jiuqu...

High in the mist-laden crevices of northern Fujian’s Wuyi Mountains, a six-tree grove of gnarled tea bushes clings to a nearly ve...

When Chinese tea lovers speak of “rock tea,” they are invoking the spirit of Wuyi Da Hong Pao, the scarlet-robed sovereign that g...

If green tea is the fresh-faced youth of Chinese teas and pu-erh the wise elder, then Da Hong Pao sits somewhere in between—an el...

If oolong tea were a royal court, Wuyi Da Hong Pao would sit on the basalt throne. Born among the vertiginous crevices of northe...