Light, completely transparent garnet.  An incredible shit bouquet does not blow of easily.  Easily the most shittiest shit shit nose I have seen in a New World wine since shit was invented.  The question becomes, “What kind of shit?”  This take your simple *barnyard* to completely new heights.  It is not dirty baby diapers.  It is not dog or cat.  Bear?  Cow–in a really wet field.  Fowl:  Turkey.  Among the geese at City Park.  Yes, fowl it is–and in the mud.  So unbelievably overwhelming with shit.  After close to an hour, the transition to a vegetal, match-head situation takes place and this wine becomes something far closer to what most Americans can get their heads around.  Braised–slightly burnt–white wine and steamed green beans.  A slightly green but beautiful black cherry becomes evident.  There is not garden-hose, no cardboard, no overt cellar floor–nothing I would flag as ‘flaws’, it just seriously smells like shit.  I have no idea who makes this or where but somebody within the reach of my journal will surely have the dirt (haha get it?) on it and spill as soon as I publish.  I just bought it because “Santa Maria Valley”.  I’m guessing a blend of batches at CCWS by somebody who didn’t want their name attached to something this Burgundian.  What a shitty attitude.  But hey–ya gotta sell wine and this wine would be a hard sell to John & Mary Q. Public.  In the mouth, thin gorgeous fruit tipped with cinnamon and crisp acid.  Big tarry middle with green roasted hardwood textures ripping off quickly into a still-bright and sharply bitter tannin.  Fruit thins out considerably in the finish.  This would be very interesting to taste in 5 years.  I just might make that happen.   2012 Turn Key Pinot Noir Santa Maria Valley  13-9   ♦♦