Sometimes the search for a wine can imitate the search of life's meaning. Take for example, Montirius Gigondas Cuvee Confidentiel. I know it exists and yet somehow it is, more or less, unobtainable (at least in UKland):
Them: I'm sorry Sir, we don't have it. Even if we did then you'd have to buy a case.
Me: No, no! I don't want to sign over my life to the bloody thing. It's just a couple of
bottles I want really. You know: the Alpha Course rather than the full baptism.
Life does not seem to favour the person who wants just a small amount of something to eat or drink. There seem to be a large number of restaurants in London these days who only offer 250 ml glasses of vino. That's a third of a bottle and it's usually some over-ripe, super-high alcohol, watery 'blockbuster'. Death by cheapo 15.5% Shiraz is not a fate I'd choose (particularly in mixed company).
Alan Partridge carries a 12 inch dinner plate in his briefcase for tackling the buffet at the Linton Travel Tavern , have you considered doing the opposite?