Ah, Pichon Baron. If I had to choose a desert island wine, from any year, this would be it. In fact, to hell with the desert island, if I had to choose a wine generally, and money was no object, then this would be it.
The Bordeaux 2003 vintage has been variously lauded and criticised as a heat-wave vintage, depending it seems on whether or not you have a (usually self declared) “European palate”. I have even seen 2003 referred to as an “American vintage”. I’ve tasted a few 2003s now, some just ok, but more than a couple have been brilliant.
Anyway, I don’t care much for these sort of generalisations about taste and the unobscured hint as to which is the better view to hold. Must our tasting preferences be imposed on us by reference to faux intellectual or cultural status considerations? Er, no actually. That’s the sort of thinking that led to old vines being ripped up in South Australia 1980s. My philosophy: drink it, see if I like it. Oog.
And I do care for the Baron. And the 2003 vintage of it in particular. Warning: the usual Bordeaux left bank descriptors follow. Blackcurrants and cigar box are there by way of aroma. Endless length, depth, tannins and blackcurrants are evident on the palate. Length, length and more length. Mouthfilling. This wine will age for many years, but is a joy to drink now. Did I say length? This is a truly superb wine. 99 points.