If any Chinese tea can claim both imperial legend and modern rock-star status, it is Da Hong Pao—Big Red Robe—born on the vertigi...

If green tea is China’s springtime and pu-erh its autumn, then Da Hong Pao is the twilight hour when granite peaks glow crimson a...

High in the mist-crowned Wuyi Mountains of northern Fujian, where vertical cliffs drop into the Jiuqu Stream’s hair-pin bends, gr...

High in the mist-curtained Wuyi Mountains of northern Fujian, a narrow plank path clings to sheer cliffs that drop into the Jiuqu...

If green tea is China’s liquid spring and pu-erh its earthy autumn, then Da Hong Pao—Big Red Robe—occupies the imperial throne of...

If any single tea can embody the romance, danger, and poetry of Chinese oolong, it is Da Hong Pao—literally “Big Red Robe”—grown ...

If green tea is the fresh face of Chinese tea culture and pu-erh its time-worn sage, then Wuyi Da Hong Pao stands somewhere betwe...

When Chinese tea lovers speak of “rock rhyme,” they are invoking the stony soul of Da Hong Pao, the most celebrated oolong from n...

Few names in the vast lexicon of Chinese tea carry the mystique of Tie Guan Yin, “Iron Goddess of Mercy.” To the people of Anxi ...

If green tea is the youthful scholar of Chinese tea and pu-erh the venerable sage, then Da Hong Pao sits between them like a batt...