Thing with wine is bottle-size related, tangentially.
A typical bottle of red takes 2 glasses for your taste buds to wake up & acclimatise to the wine itself, each bottle containing approximately 6 glasses. Over an hour you can start to juice up nicely with 2 such samples. Fat tannins, raft of flavour profiles. Good, nothing worse than taking a punt on shit. You feel that tension in your neck ease & you pour a 3rd glass. Lovely colours on this, see, hold it up to the light & look through its mystical hues; that copper into ruby diffusion near the rim? Been in a barrel for a while. Half-way down the 3rd glass. They weren't lying about the price value on the blurb. No drama. It's 9:30pm, no razor edge to be traversed with work, getting into it now. You check the clock. 9:33pm. One for the road, but sip-savour this 4th glass, get to bed & see if you can ease it out to last for 45mins-one hour. No worries.
Then you get to thinking - "what use are 2 glasses of this lovely gear to anyone the next day? Missus drinks vanilla stoli, it'll go off & lose its pop". You look at the label. Something about the style of French wine label designs, their blend of whimsy & formality, flair & tradition. This is why the English will never produce a player like Cantona. You pour your 5th glass & exhale. Lovely gear this. Swill it round like a ponce because there's only 1 glass left aside now. Savour it. Then that voice chirps in again, "you bought 2 of these to make gravy with". What? "Yes, it's by the iron". Hmmmm, nay bother having a 7th then. Open ended, adult-minded options. Don't have to be up until 5:15am. You put a mix on and exhale. Same voice as before, but with a pushier tone now, states confidently "maybe that fat bud Dik left on NYE is still in the cutlery drawer. Let's have a nose downstairs, slowly, don't wake her up, thought i'd smoked it ages.....there you are! Back of the net". You get a rushy craving & fancy some crisps. When in Rome. But wait, "that other bottle is ......gotcha".
Mmmmm, lovely gear this.