Wuyi Da Hong Pao—literally “Big Red Robe”—is the most mythic name in the oolong universe. To the Chinese it is not simply a tea;...

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...

When Chinese tea lovers speak of “rock tea,” they are really speaking of a taste of stone. Nowhere is that lithic flavor more vi...

Ask any Chinese tea lover to name one tea that tastes of stone, orchid, and legend at once, and the answer is almost always Da Ho...

If green tea is the fresh-faced scholar of Chinese tea and pu-erh the bearded sage, then Da Hong Pao stands as the battle-scarred...

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

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

Among the six great tea families of China, oolong alone occupies the aromatic midpoint between green freshness and black depth. ...

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 speak of “rock rhyme”—the mineral echo that lingers on tongue and memory—they are almost always talking a...