The first sip of a great cocktail can be an almost magical feeling, whether it be a spicy tajin-rimmed mezcal mule, a Negroni sbagliato with prosecco in it or even a bubbly, refreshing sparkling wine.

For approximately five days each month, I forgo my precious morning cup of coffee, braving my morning commute with compromised brain functionality and spatial awareness. I could lie and say it’s a ...