Da Hong Pao—literally “Big Red Robe”—is not merely a tea; it is a Chinese epic compressed into a leaf. Originating in the Wuyi M...

High above the winding Jiuqu Stream, where the vertical cliffs of the Wuyi Range catch the first light of Fujian’s dawn, grows th...

High in the mist-laden crevices of northern Fujian’s Wuyi Mountains, a six-tree grove of gnarled tea bushes clings to a nearly ve...

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 green tea is China’s liquid spring and pu-erh its earthy archive, then Da Hong Pao sits somewhere between poetry and geology—a...

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

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

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...

If green tea is the youthful face of Chinese tea and pu-erh its wise elder, then Wuyi Da Hong Pao sits between them like a battle...