It’s hard to imagine what on earth could be grandiose about the Pessac vineyard, wedged and spread between the city of Bordeaux and the motorway… And yet it was there, on these lands of alluvium carried down by the nearby Garonne river, that seven centuries ago the idea of the great red wine of Bordeaux as we see it today germinated: wine that is at once rich and subtle, voluptuous and reserved, sensual and cerebral…