I saw Mendo and had to have it–envisioning awkward sugarplums of excellence–but it was not to be. I know I tout un-yummy Pinots on here regularly, but here we have something gone somewhat awry. The nose is an angry, heated mush of vegetal and spoiled meat, flabby and desiccated, with absolutely no life showing: nothing but medicinal offal and despair.
It tastes better than it smells, but not by much. A slightly metallic Vit-C acridity glorifies the entry before a charming quantity of lackluster fruit chimes in to direct you toward the equally awkward finish of brittle acid and burning charm. One could pretend to like this wine, but they’ve never had real Pinot.
2019 RURAL Pinot Noir Eagle Peak AVA Mendocino Co. 14.0
Stephen McConnell 