This one is bizarre and beautiful.  Dark and intense atop chunky sediment.  The promised blackberry-cobbler notes come through on the nose, but the real magic is on the palate.  It is, I swear to god, like drinking a cocktail made of three parts Petite Syrah and one part eau de toilette of pure aldehydic Gilded Age violets.  This is not hyperbole.  I've been stunned by this time-travelling ladies' perfume thing on three consecutive visits to Mayo and finally bought two bottles to ensure my Sonoma-soaked mind and palate weren't playing tricks on me at the tasting room.  They weren't.  

The exhale after a sip is soprano, soaring, powdery-solid like a scented talc, and vanishes after about five seconds back into the wine.  The aldehydes are so intense that it's tough to tell whether one likes this as a conventional wine.  I actually think it's more of a fantasy, a window into strange places.  3.9 for pure mystery and fascination.