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...

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

High in the fog-laced crevices of northern Fujian’s Wuyi Mountains, a six-tree grove of gnarled tea bushes clings to a narrow roc...

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

If green tea is the fresh-faced scholar of Chinese tea and pu-erh the bearded sage, then Da Hong Pao—Big Red Robe—must be the bat...