One is so standalone that it has nothing with which to be compared. The other has suffered its entire life because of the public’s insistence on measuring it against the incomparable.
People feel more comfortable when they can put things in boxes, but these Jensens don’t quite fit, being as anomalous and anachronistic in 2016 as they were in period.
Even though they were priced at the top of the market when new – the £5200 you would have paid for an Interceptor in 1966 could have snagged you an E-type 2+2 and something practical for the au pair, or an Aston DB6 with change – it is difficult to see what you were paying for beyond the name, the glamour and the image of artisans handcrafting trim and widgets. Which, given the extent to which the parts bin helped to build this car, is largely an illusion.