Reason to be happy or depressed?

Le Beurre Bordier, once hailed by many as the best artisanal butter in the world, found in "convenient" disposable plastic cups at a breakfast buffet.  It's a fancy buffet at an exclusive resort in the South of France, mind you, but a buffet line just the same.

The proverbial grape vine has it that he found a big investor and is now ramping up his production, which would explain the sudden and nearly omnipresence of said butter in practically every gourmet corner of France.

Is this reason to be rejoice or depressed?  I'm not entirely certain.  What do you think?