Pinot Noir With A Black Belt: Felton Road’s Block 5 2019 Doesn’t Ask Permission
Block 5 2019: velvet-fisted Central Otago Pinot that whispers, then conquers.
You ever open a bottle that walks into the room like it owns the joint? That’s Block 5 in 2019—Pinot in a leather jacket, shirt half-buttoned, eyes saying “trust me” while the fruit does unspeakably elegant things on your palate. This isn’t a wine; it’s a controlled riot that remembered to wear good shoes.
Lantern Light In The Glass
Look close: deep ruby with a faint garnet wink at the rim, like twilight coiled in crystal. The first swirl is all theater—violet petals, black cherry, a lick of star anise, then that sotto voce whisper of forest floor after rain. There’s a stony thread too, the kind of cool mineral line that keeps the perfume from getting vain. Keep smelling; it blooms—heather, black tea, a breath of cedar shavings. You don’t need a decoder ring. You need a second, quieter room and maybe a pen to write your confession.
The Velvet Ambush On The Palate
Sip. The texture is the tell: silk over steel. A black-cherry core slides in with redcurrant brightness, then the spice cabinet creaks open—cardamom, clove, the memory of cocoa. Tannins are fine as cashmere but organized like a phalanx; they draw a line straight down the center of your palate and march it into a finish that just… keeps… going. Acidity is tuned like a striker’s boot—clean, precise, lethal refreshment. Nothing shouts, everything insists. You’ll catch yourself staring at the glass like it just shared a secret about your future.
Where The God Of Vine Slept
Here’s the bit that matters: Block 5 is a single parcel in the heart of The Elms, Felton Road’s home vineyard in Bannockburn, Central Otago. It rides a gentle, north-facing slope where soils step from heavy loess and silt to clay lakebed deposits and angular schist gravels—texture and tension literally baked into the dirt. Farmed by hand, farmed biodynamically, and turned into wine the quiet way—gravity flow, wild ferments, no fining, no filtration. In 2019 Mother Nature wrote a moody script: a wet spring and early summer (rare relief here), then a warm push to ripeness and a tight harvest window. Small, loosely packed berries, dense skins, perfect health; a touch of whole-cluster inclusion, and a patient 16 months in French oak. If you’ve ever wondered what “place” tastes like, this bottle is the footnote you can drink.
How To Serve Without Screwing It Up
Chill it just under cellar temp—about 58–60°F. Give it air: a broad-shouldered Burgundy bowl and 45–60 minutes in the decanter. Food? Go savory and textured. Crispy duck with five-spice and burnt orange glaze. Charcoal-kissed salmon collar with soy and brown butter. Mushroom risotto with parmesan rinds melted into submission. If you’re feeling feral, venison carpaccio with olive oil that actually tastes like olives. The wine’s line of acidity makes fatty things sing; the tannins knit into char and umami like they rehearsed.
Why This Is The Move Right Now
Felton Road is one of those rare outfits that treats sustainability like a sacrament and precision like a hobby. Block 5 is tiny by definition—one slope, not a factory. The 2019 élevage gives you that winning triangle: vineyard voice, structural poise, and an unshowy swagger that reads as “serious.” If you’re the type who cellars, you’ll want to watch these tannins molt for a decade plus. If you’re the type who opens now, it’s already absurdly composed.
Money, Glory, And Other Consequences
Receipts? Critics noticed. Translation: collectors notice, and secondary markets remember. This is precisely the sort of single-block, low-intervention Central Otago Pinot that ages on its skeleton rather than its makeup. Drink now through the mid-2030s if you like your pinot with flex; later for the truffle and sous-bois chorus.
Final Word Before The Bacchanal
You can pass, sure. You can also walk past a midnight saxophone solo and pretend you didn’t hear it. Block 5 2019 is pleasure with posture—hedonism that studied. Bottles won’t hang around, and neither will your regret. If you know, you know. If you don’t, I just told you.