If green tea is the dew of spring and pu-erh the patina of time, then Da Hong Pao—literally “Big Red Robe”—is the basalt heartbea...

Few names in the vast lexicon of Chinese tea carry the mystique of Da Hong Pao—literally “Big Red Robe.” Grown on the vertiginou...

If green tea is the dewy youth of Chinese tea and pu-erh its venerable sage, then Wuyi Da Hong Pao stands somewhere between—an oo...

When Chinese tea lovers speak of “rock rhyme”—the mineral melody that lingers on tongue and memory—they are almost always talking...

If green tea is the fresh-faced youth of Chinese tea and pu-erh the wise elder, then Da Hong Pao sits between them like a charism...

If green tea is the fresh-faced youth of Chinese tea and pu-erh the wise elder, then Da Hong Pao—Big Red Robe—occupies the charis...

When Chinese tea lovers whisper the words “Da Hong Pao,” they are not simply naming a tea; they are invoking a legend carved into...

High above the winding Jiuqu Stream, where the Wuyi Mountains rise like stone pillars cloaked in perpetual mist, grows the most s...

High above the winding Nine-Bend Stream of northern Fujian, the vertical cliffs of Mount Wuyi trap humid mists that have nourishe...

If green tea is the fresh-faced youth of Chinese tea and pu-erh the wise elder, then Da Hong Pao—literally “Big Red Robe”—is the ...