Some bottles were never meant to be shared. Not because they aren’t generous, but because they’re singular. The kind you open for no one but yourself, or perhaps, the one person who understands why your eyes widened when you saw the label.

This is that bottle. The one that somehow escaped the hands of collectors, sommeliers, and those with just enough sense to know when lightning has struck. Just one bottle. Not one case. Not one allocation. Just one chance to say yes to something extraordinary. This isn’t about stocking up. It’s about slowing down. About finding that one bottle that feels personal, like it was meant to be opened on exactly the night you finally open it. Whether it's a California icon, a Grand Cru treasure, or a grower Champagne with serious cult credentials, each of these bottles stands alone for a reason.

Because with provenance like this, and only one to give, once it’s gone, it’s gone.