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...

High in the jagged folds of northern Fujian’s Wuyi Mountains, a narrow plank path clings to vermilion cliffs. Below it, the Jiuqu...

High in the mist-laden crevices of northern Fujian’s Wuyi Mountains, a six-tree grove of gnarled tea bushes clings to a nearly ve...

Tie Guan Yin, literally “Iron Goddess of Mercy,” is the most famous of all Chinese oolongs, a name that evokes both the toughness...

High in the mist-cradled Wuyi Mountains of northern Fujian, a tea has been whispering its story for more than two centuries. Loc...

When Chinese tea lovers speak of “rock tea,” they are invoking the spirit of Wuyi Da Hong Pao, the scarlet-robed sovereign that g...

If green tea is the fresh-faced youth of Chinese teas and pu-erh the wise elder, then Da Hong Pao sits somewhere in between—an el...

If oolong tea were a royal court, Wuyi Da Hong Pao would sit on the basalt throne. Born among the vertiginous crevices of northe...

High in the mist-cradled Wuyi Mountains of northern Fujian, narrow bamboo rafts still glide along the Nine-Bend Stream, ferrying ...

If green tea is China’s liquid spring and pu-erh its earthy archive, then Da Hong Pao sits somewhere between poetry and geology—a...