2017 is probably the most misunderstood and poorly
represented vintage we can recall. Before a single grape had been picked, major
broadsheets were taking swipes at the poor old '17s.
It’s true, many vignerons
were left heartbroken after the frost of the 27th of April. The unlucky
ones had their entire crops wiped out, but in
parallel with life itself, the most fortunate, through a mixture of toil and
often just good luck, went unscathed. And for
those who had a crop, there was everything to play for. But good news doesn’t
sell newspapers; the pejorative voices of the press would rather declare this
the ‘worst vintage since 1945’. Those who’ve tasted Mouton `45 are probably pricking their ears up… Negative terminology has created a huge
misunderstanding. 2017 is a very simple vintage, it’s about the haves and have
nots. You either have a crop, and judging by what we have tasted, it’s a very
smart crop, or you have nothing, which is a travesty for many small growers.
‘Worst’ in terms of quantity, by all means, but don’t allow this sweeping
statement to influence your view of the quality.