It would take a heart of stone not to laugh at Bordeaux’s misfortune

The en primeur tastings have been taking place in Bordeaux, and the mood has oscillated from despair to defiance. It is like Boxer’s trip to the knackers’ in Animal Farm: one would need a heart of stone not to laugh. The greediest winemakers in the world had a terrible 2013, and there was a degree of hostility towards the British press, some of whom were accused of gloating. Surely not. The house of Pontet-Canet was said to be especially thin-skinned. Thirty years ago, it was a modest little fifth growth; I remember using it as a table wine in a Washington hotel. Now, it has soared in reputation and in self-esteem. We are used to super seconds. Pontet-Canet regards itself as a super fifth. That is unlikely to be true of its 2013s.

The Bordelaise have clearly done something to annoy Neptune. Last year, he reminded them that their city is on the Atlantic, with the worst climatic atrocity in living Bordeaux memory (surprising that no one is blaming global warming).