If green tea is the dewy youth of Chinese tea and pu-erh its meditative old age, then Da Hong Pao—literally “Big Red Robe”—is the...

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 China’s springtime whisper and pu-erh its autumnal soliloquy, then Da Hong Pao—Big Red Robe—is the mountain’s slo...

If green tea is the dew-fresh poetry of spring and pu-erh the earthy chronicle of time, then Da Hong Pao—literally “Big Red Robe”...

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...

When Chinese tea lovers speak of “half-green, half-black” oolong, they are really speaking of a spectrum that stretches from the ...

If green tea is China’s springtime whisper and pu-erh its autumnal soliloquy, then Da Hong Pao—Big Red Robe—stands as the mountai...

Few leaves have inspired as many legends, court poems, and modern auction records as Da Hong Pao, the “Big Red Robe” that grows o...

If green tea is the fresh-faced youth of Chinese tea and pu-erh the wise elder, then Da Hong Pao sits magisterially in between—an...

Tucked into the crevices of northern Fujian’s Wuyi Mountains, where mist coils around knife-edged cliffs and a single ravine can ...