Whilst 'excess in all things' is a respectable motto for some, my tastes in life are rather too numerous for such foolery. Hence, as much as I loathe B52s and am rather glad of their demise, I respect their intent: bite-size doses of alcoholic perfection.

The tasting card for wine was a stroke of genius for even the most hesitant oenophile, and rumour has it that the Match Group is basing an entire bar around the concept. And to my delight, tasting trays of spirits have also been gaining momentum with flights of tequila available by region at Pacifico, bourbons at All Star Lanes, and recently vodkas at the swanky Dorchester.

But at last the trend for the mini has begun to extend into my beloved realm of cocktailery.