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...

When European tea clippers first rounded the Cape of Good Hope in the late seventeenth century, the holds of the East Indiamen ca...

Tucked between the mist-laden hills of Dongting Mountain and the gentle ripples of Taihu Lake, Biluochun—literally “Green Snail S...

Tucked high on the mist-laden northern ridge of the Sichuan Basin, the Meng Ding mountain range has been sending fragrant tea car...

Few beverages carry the quiet gravitas of Fu brick tea. To the uninitiated it looks like a dusty building block—compressed, eart...

Among the six great families of Chinese tea, white tea is the least theatrical yet the most haunting: it is simply picked and all...

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...

Ask most tea lovers to name the oldest black tea on earth and they will pause; mention Lapsang Souchong, however, and eyes light ...

If green tea were a library of Chinese landscape poetry, Biluochun would be the slender scroll that unfurls the scent of spring w...

Tucked high on the northern rim of the Sichuan Basin, where the Min River carves misty corridors between 30-kilometre-long ridges...