High in the mist-crowned Wuyi Mountains of northern Fujian, narrow bamboo rafts once carried tribute tea along the Nine-Bend Stre...

If green tea is China’s springtime and pu-erh its autumn, then oolong is the country’s long, golden afternoon—balanced between fr...

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

High above the Nine-Bend Stream, where the Wuyi Range folds into a maze of basalt cliffs and drifting mist, tea is not merely cul...

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

Wuyi Da Hong Pao—often translated as “Big Red Robe”—is the most mythic of all Chinese oolongs. Legends say that Ming-dynasty scho...

When Chinese tea lovers speak of “rock rhyme”—the stony, mineral whisper that lingers after swallowing an oolong—they are almost ...

When Chinese tea lovers speak of “rock rhyme”—the mineral whisper that lingers after swallowing an oolong—they are almost always ...

Wuyi Da Hong Pao—literally “Big Red Robe”—is the most storied sub-variety of Chinese oolong, a tea whose very name evokes imperia...

If green tea is China’s garden sprite and pu-erh its earthy sage, then Da Hong Pao—literally “Big Red Robe”—is the imperial schol...