Sweet rotten fruit and flaccid oak does its best to woo the wet carpet, Barbie-crotch tent-fire out into the daylight where Pinot Lives Matter, but gummy-bear ridiculousness–tired and artificially gamey–clashes awkwardly with a bitter-almond, soggy-cork, flat cheap Champagne essence dominating everything but the roasted truck-stop couch and the green blaring-TV tears of failure. It’s easy to see why this is discounted deeply. Party on, Wayne.
2011 PECH MERLE Pinot Noir Russian River Valley Sonoma Co 13.7
Stephen McConnell 