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Tea with Soul
A Journey from Guizhou’s Tea Cradle to Your Cup

Why TeaChuck Exists
My name is Yang Yang, founder of TeaChuck and a native of Guizhou, China. At 13, I watched Saving Private Ryan and fell in love with America’s storytelling spirit—how Spielberg honored ordinary heroes through extraordinary craft. Though I’m only 33 now, I’ve spent over a decade chasing that same devotion… but in tea leaves, not film reels.Let me confess something over this bowl of “Italian pasta” (swirling Guizhou chili oil into noodles, because traditions always adapt). Just as these noodles aren’t truly Italian, most “Chinese tea” abroad isn’t truly tea.
The Bitter Truth We’re Changing
In Meitan County—China’s tea birthplace and largest producer—I witnessed a tragedy:
Machine-Harvested Chaos: Giant shears slice entire tea bushes, grabbing 1,000+ lbs daily—stems, weeds, and all.
Factory Roulette: These mixed greens get processed once, then shipped worldwide to become “tea” through flavorings and dyes.
Then in 2024, I followed a cyclist’s TikTok journey across America. Strangers offered him water, spare tires, and trust. It hit me: People everywhere crave authenticity. They deserve tea that’s as pure as those roadside kindnesses.
Our Radical Choice
At TeaChuck, we do what’s hard, not what’s fast:
✅ Handpicked at Dawn: Only the top two leaves and a bud, plucked by women who sing harvesting ballads passed down since the Ming Dynasty.
✅ Guardians of Craft: Partnering with Mr. Liu Jianhui—one of China’s 70 certified green tea masters—to roast leaves over fruitwood fires, just as his family has for 12 generations.
✅ Organic Truth: Certified fields where spiders, not pesticides, protect the crops (see our SGS lab reports anytime).

A Taste of Guizhou’s Soul
Our teas aren’t “products.” They’re time capsules:
Sip spring-picked emerald buds, still carrying mountain dews.
Smell the charcoal-roasted oolong that Qing emperors favored.
Feel the grit of farmers’ hands in every unbroken leaf.
No flavors. No shortcuts. Just tea that whispers, “This is how the misty peaks of Guizhou taste.“


