If green tea is China’s liquid spring and pu-erh its earthy archive, then Da Hong Pao sits somewhere between poetry and geology—a...

If green tea is the dewy youth of Chinese tea and pu-erh its wise elder, then Da Hong Pao—Big Red Robe—occupies the dramatic midd...

If green tea is the fresh watercolor of Chinese tea art and pu-erh the slow-aged oil painting, then Da Hong Pao sits somewhere be...

Wuyi Da Hong Pao—literally “Big Red Robe”—is the most mythologized oolong on earth. To Chinese tea lovers it is not simply a bev...

When Chinese tea lovers speak in reverent tones of “rock rhyme”—the elusive mineral melody that lingers after swallowing—they are...

If any Chinese tea can claim both imperial legend and modern rock-star status, it is Da Hong Pao—Big Red Robe—born on the vertigi...

If green tea is China’s springtime and pu-erh its autumn, then Da Hong Pao is the twilight hour when granite peaks glow crimson a...

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

Hidden in the northeastern corner of Guangdong Province, the Phoenix Mountains rise like a green spine above the Han River. For ...

High in the jagged folds of northern Fujian’s Wuyi Mountains, a narrow gorge called the “Nine-Bend Stream” coils around cinnamon-...