Stone Hill Winery
Norton
Hermann, Missouri, USA
Another sentimental selection pulled off of the rack for fear of being bad and, therefore, wasted real estate. Alas, I think it’s actually drinking on par for what it is: a Missouri red wine. My wife visited the Stone Hill Winery while on her bachelorette party to Branson in 2014 and enjoyed both her experience and, more to the point, this wine enough to purchase a bottle and bring it home for me to try.
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Dark purple at the core with the edges fading out to a ruby red on the rim. A nicely perfumed nose with spices, vanilla, blackberries and blueberries. The palate, however, is what trips me up a little. The first word that came to mind was “disjointed.” It attempts to head in the direction of big Napa cab with oaky/vanilla, plums, licorice, blackberries, spices, and cedar but in an instant it’s gone and your left with a strange mix of acidity that fools the palate into thinking it’s not a Napa cab after all but, instead, a Bourgogne Rouge with a millisecond’s worth of bright cherries, tobacco, and tree sap. Not much structure. And then it’s all over. For what it is it’s fun to try, and I think that’s the point here. A noble effort.
Another sentimental selection pulled off of the rack for fear of being bad and, therefore, wasted real estate. Alas, I think it’s actually drinking on par for what it is: a Missouri red wine. My wife visited the Stone Hill Winery while on her bachelorette party to Branson in 2014 and enjoyed both her experience and, more to the point, this wine enough to purchase a bottle and bring it home for me to try.
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Dark purple at the core with the edges fading out to a ruby red on the rim. A nicely perfumed nose with spices, vanilla, blackberries and blueberries. The palate, however, is what trips me up a little. The first word that came to mind was “disjointed.” It attempts to head in the direction of big Napa cab with oaky/vanilla, plums, licorice, blackberries, spices, and cedar but in an instant it’s gone and your left with a strange mix of acidity that fools the palate into thinking it’s not a Napa cab after all but, instead, a Bourgogne Rouge with a millisecond’s worth of bright cherries, tobacco, and tree sap. Not much structure. And then it’s all over. For what it is it’s fun to try, and I think that’s the point here. A noble effort.
