Milky deep salmon. Deeply ripe-fruited nose punctuated with petrol and somewhat classic Santa Lucia Highlands burnt tire but really more of a dirty baby diaper. Sharp chemically steely minerality and sweet oak. Disjointed and awkward. Strange orange-peel/hands of Buddha bouquet. Really more towards the Carmel Valley–after googling–and not a dreadful Pinot Noir–until you taste it. Smooth and mild on the tongue, bitter, moldy-bread edges creep in on the sides and kinda spoil the fruit. Considerably alcoholic. This is just cheap crappy stuff packed into a fancy bottle with some weird nuances and a reputed winemaker’s name on it and a borderline appellation. A dreadful Pinot. 14-3 ◊
24hr Vac-U-Vin edit: It actually has settled down a bit. Big haricot-vert nose and moldy… I dunno… condom? smell. So weird. An acetic-bacterium nuance–but no fruit flies. This drinks right now like a decent Oregon PN. Seriously–I have decided that is what it is: An Oregon Pinot labeled wrong.