Bordeaux 2025 Primeurs: St Estèphe
I became conscious in an instant, as the mattress beneath me juddered. My heart rate spiked, and the sudden awakening brought me out in a cold sweat. I lay still for a few seconds, my eyes closed, listening, my senses heightened, ready for flight or flight.
I lay there long enough for the mattress to jolt and a judder a second time.
And a third time.
What was this, some sort of earthquake? In Bordeaux?
It didn’t seem likely.
I prised open my left eye, which was a lot more difficult than you might think. It had been a long flight with Ryanair, after a long delay, and the car hire office had been closed when we landed. I had taken a taxi to get to my accommodation, my head finally hitting the pillow long after midnight. I was still exhausted after an fitful night which had been short of sleep. As I lay there I was also coming round to the realisation I had a long day of tasting and note-scribbling ahead of me.
Everything was blurred. I forced open the other eye. Eons passed, but eventually the scene before me came into focus.
And there she was.
Taylor Swift.
Clad in a sparkling blue and white leotard, encrusted with shimmering silver sequins, wearing a towering headdress of white feathers, she sat nestled in a small barrel chair, the orange-but-used-to-be-red fabric faded and frayed, and peppered with cigarette burns. She leaned back in the chair, balancing on the back two legs with a gentle oscillation. Even now and again she would allow the chair to lurch forward, and one of her impossibly long legs would make contact with the bed as she did so, causing the mattress to judder and jolt.
Not an earthquake then. Just Taylor.
Time for a recap.
A recap will hopefully be useful for newcomers to Winedoctor. Unlike Netflix and similar, however, there is no Skip Recap button, so if this is all known to you already, I am afraid you will simply have to scroll down the page until some degree of lucidity returns. Don’t email me if you can’t find anything lucid.
