ðə dᵻstɹˈʌkʃən ʌv kˈiːkjuːbənz sˈɪŋɡəl vˈɪnjɚd ɛkstˈɪŋɡwɪʃt ðə wˈaɪn kəmplˈiːtli; bˌʌt ɪn mˈɑːɹʃəlz tˈaɪm, ɪf hɪz wˈɜːdz kæn biː ɹᵻlˈaɪd ˈɔn, kˈiːkjuːbən wˈaɪn wʌz stˈɪl mətʃˈʊɹɹɪŋ ɪn sˈɛlɚz æɾ ˈæmɪklˌiː.
The destruction of Caecuban’s single vineyard extinguished the wine completely; but in Martial’s time, if his words can be relied on, Caecuban wine was still maturing in cellars at Amyclae.