Ha! I know, but people who talk in unqualified superlatives all the time usually turn out to be huge liars. "This is the best of all time!" "You are the greatest!" "This is the worst day of my life!" Blah blah blah.
Let's put it this way - it had beautiful esters, whereas most of my ciders just end up with a slight sulfury smell (and indeed, most commercial ciders have a slight sulfur trace too - I think the yeast in those ciders isn't as healthy or well-adapted to the environment). It carbed beautifully during winter while my other ciders were sluggish. And it was drinkable almost straightaway.
But my best *aged* cider was my first full-apple-crush cider, which turned into a beautiful wine with apple characters. I'm not sure if I'll ever find out how my wild cider ages - there's only one 330 ml bottle left!