At Ning Hills Tea, we are not just tea makers—we are a family, deeply connected to the land we call home. Our tea garden rests at 37°N in Weihai, China, where the sea breeze meets the rolling hills, and the soil has nurtured generations before us.

We don’t believe in shortcuts. No artificial flavors, no unnecessary additives—just pure, slow-grown tea, shaped by the land, the seasons, and the hands that tend to it. We know this soil, the way it changes with the years, the scent it carries after rain. This is where mist rises with the morning, where tea plants take their time to grow, and flavor runs deeper.

We grew up here. This land raised us as much as it raised tea. I still remember sitting on the stone steps with my grandfather, playing chess under the old pine tree, sipping freshly brewed tea as the cicadas buzzed in the heat. The same hands that once taught me how to hold a chess piece also taught me how to pick tea—gently, with care, respecting what the land gives.

From our farm to your cup, this is tea as it should be—real, honest, and full of soul.