If green tea is the youthful scholar of Chinese tea and pu-erh the venerable sage, then Da Hong Pao—literally “Big Red Robe”—is t...

High above the Nine-Bend Stream, where the Wuyi Range folds into a maze of basalt cliffs and drifting mist, tea is not merely cul...

If green tea is China’s liquid springtime and pu-erh its earthy archive, then Da Hong Pao—Big Red Robe—stands somewhere between m...

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

When Chinese tea lovers speak of “rock rhyme”—the stony, mineral whisper that lingers after swallowing an oolong—they are quoting...

When Chinese tea lovers whisper about “drinking a mountain,” they are usually talking about Wuyi Da Hong Pao. Literally “Big Red...

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

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