Not only has the aforementioned vicious Death Ice has not only been sending Reykjavíkurs with sprains and breaks to to the hospital in droves (really—there was a story in the paper this morning), it is also responsible for a pungent death-odor (literally) settling over our usually fresh and pleasantly-scented burg:
“This [smell] is due to frost-damage on the grass,” said Þórólfur Jónsson, Reykjavík’s Head Gardener. “Ice has formed over large areas and the smell comes from underneath. People are talking about it now because there has been so little wind today and yesterday. So the smell doesn’t blow away, but settles.”
Check out the full details and curse that bloody ice again, here.