Few names in the vast universe of Chinese tea carry the mystique of Da Hong Pao, literally “Big Red Robe.” Grown on the vertigin...

When travelers first glimpse the sheer sandstone cliffs of northern Fujian’s Wuyi Mountains, they often assume the vertiginous la...

If green tea is China’s garden sprite and pu-erh its venerable sage, then Da Hong Pao—Big Red Robe—stands as the martial hero of ...

High in the mist-curtained Wuyi Mountains of northern Fujian, where the Nine-Bend River coils like a jade ribbon around towering ...

High above the winding Jiuqu Stream, where the Wuyi Range thrusts its granite ribs into the humid Fujian sky, grows the most myth...

High above the winding Jiuqu Stream, where the Wuyi Mountains thrust their granite shoulders into the humid Fujian sky, grows the...

If green tea is the fresh-faced scholar of Chinese teas and pu-erh the venerable elder, then Da Hong Pao (Big Red Robe) is the dr...

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

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 winding Jiuqu Stream, where the Wuyi Range thrusts its granite shoulders into the moist Fujian sky, grows the most...