375

375 isn’t a bottle—it’s a calculation. It’s a precise, Machiavellian algorithm to ensure dissatisfaction. It’s like giving someone exactly 57% of an orgasm.

A half-bottle—technically a "demi"—is the sort of thing that seduces you with elegance, then leaves you tantalizingly parched. One isn't enough. Two is overkill. It's the cocaine bump of the wine world—too light for commitment, too dangerous to stop.