Meng Ding Huang Ya, literally “Yellow Bud from the Summit of Meng,” is the most aristocratic member of China’s tiny yellow-tea fa...

Tucked above the perpetual cloud belt of Sichuan’s Mt. Meng, Meng Ding Huang Ya has been quietly perfecting its golden hue for tw...

Tucked high on the northern rim of the Sichuan Basin, where perennial cloud banks roll over lush sandstone ridges, lies Mengding ...

High on Mengding Mountain, where Sichuan’s mist meets the sky, a tea once reserved for emperors still unfurls its tiny golden bud...

Tucked high on the northern rim of the Sichuan Basin, where humid clouds roll over 1,500-year-old stone terraces, Mengding Huangy...

High on Mengding Mountain, where Sichuan’s clouds brush the shoulders of 1,450-metre peaks, a tea once reserved for emperors stil...

If green tea is the fresh-faced youth of Chinese tea and pu-erh the wise elder, then yellow tea occupies the quiet scholar who sp...

Tucked high on Mengding Mountain, where Sichuan’s perpetual cloud veil traps the fragrance of evergreen forests and Buddhist temp...

High on Mengding Mountain, where Sichuan’s mist coils around 1,500-year-old tea trees, a tiny yellow bud has been whispering its ...

Tucked high above the Sichuan basin, where the Min River carves clouds into the slopes of Mt. Meng, a tea once reserved for Tang-...