Whatever it was, I wanted a bottle.
I'd want a bottle of vintage Krug to myself.
I want a bottle of the purest, strongest, most destructive, most poisonous alcohol on Earth.
She didn't want a bottle, didn't need her nappy changing.
"Customers don't care about the alcohol but just want a bottle of wine that tastes good and drinks well with their meal".
Many people were dashing in for a tasting because they didn't want to bother going farther, while others wanted a bottle for their evening meal.
Why anybody would want a bottle of cheap red mixed with some concentrated orange juice and a packet of spice mix is beyond me.
He had wanted a bottle of beer the last day he was alive and she got it for him, although she apparently was very much against drinking.
Let's say you're at your favorite wine shop with about 15 minutes to spare, and you want a bottle that will make your dinner guests coo, without maxing out your credit card.
For instance, she said they learned that if they wanted a bottle of wine for dinner at home, they had to drive to an area called "the strip," about a mile beyond the city limits, where there were several liquor stores.
