When Chinese tea lovers speak of “rock rhyme”—the elusive mineral melody that lingers after swallowing—they are almost always tal...

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

If green tea is the dew of spring and pu-erh the patina of time, then Da Hong Pao—literally “Big Red Robe”—is the basalt heartbea...

Few names in the vast lexicon of Chinese tea carry the mystique of Da Hong Pao—literally “Big Red Robe.” Grown on the vertiginou...

If green tea is the dewy youth of Chinese tea and pu-erh its venerable sage, then Wuyi Da Hong Pao stands somewhere between—an oo...

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

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 charism...

Ask any Chinese tea master to name one oolong that embodies both imperial legend and living terroir, and the answer is almost alw...

High in the mist-wrapped Wuyi Mountains of northern Fujian, narrow plank paths are still bolted to sheer cliffs so that tea picke...

If green tea is the fresh-faced youth of Chinese tea and pu-erh the wise elder, then Da Hong Pao—Big Red Robe—occupies the charis...