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...

If green tea is the dewy youth of Chinese tea and pu-erh its wise elder, then Da Hong Pao—Big Red Robe—occupies the dramatic midd...

If green tea is the fresh watercolor of Chinese tea art and pu-erh the slow-aged oil painting, then Da Hong Pao sits somewhere be...

Wuyi Da Hong Pao—literally “Big Red Robe”—is the most mythologized oolong on earth. To Chinese tea lovers it is not simply a bev...

When Chinese tea lovers speak in reverent tones of “rock rhyme”—the elusive mineral melody that lingers after swallowing—they are...