This isn't technically a whisky. But it IS finished in Islay whisky casks for four months, and is interesting enough in its own right to be covered here. And, as far as I can determine, this is among the only reviews of the 80th Anniversary edition of Brennivin on the net!
Some backstory: lately I've been tearing through the novels of Icelandic mystery author Arnoldur Indridason, who is right up there in the pantheon of modern Nordic authors for me. Starting with the first novel published here, Jar City, I've been knocking his books down like dominoes, one after the next.
In his books, many characters drink the national spirit of Iceland, Brennivin - the name means "burning wine," which is a fantastic name for any spirit. Iceland had prohibition just like the United States did, in fact starting even earlier in 1915; but there was a partial repeal in 1935 for spirits only - and Brennivin was the first spirit out of the gate to get back in the game.
