High in the mist-curtained Wuyi Mountains of northwest Fujian, a six-tea-bush grove clings to a narrow fissure in the igneous roc...

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 youth of Chinese tea and pu-erh the wise elder, then Da Hong Pao sits between them like a meditat...

Da Hong Pao, literally “Big Red Robe,” is the most myth-shrouded and coveted sub-variety of Chinese oolong. While the name now a...

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...

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 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—is the mountain’s slo...

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

Few leaves have inspired as many legends, court poems, and modern auction records as Da Hong Pao, the “Big Red Robe” that grows o...