It’s been a decade since I quit smelling the hydrogen sulfide in Icelandic hot water. That rotten egg musk floating around Reykjavik has become completely…well, it’s already invisible…un-smellable, I guess? During the herring era in the Westfjords, the smell of fish was called the smell of money – and rightly so. It was the economic [...]… The post In Focus | Selling Iceland by the Megawatt appeared first on Iceland Review.
