Before heading to the concert, we decided to break out the bottle of Brennivin we'd given Charlene and give it a try. Not heeding the advice of the woman who sold us the bottle who told us to "make sure we drank it out from the freezer."
On the train ride from Heathrow to London, we presented Charlene with a bottle of Iceland's only local spirit, the schnapps called Brennivin, which literally translated means "Black Death." The drink is described by an Icelandic travel site as "A fearsomely strong, transparent, caraway-seed-flavoured aquavit made from potatoes, it's drunk straight from the freezer, either as a straight shot or over ice and a slice of lemon. It's not at all bad, and is the cheapest thing to drink while out. Yet no Icelander ever seems particularly proud of it."
