An Ode to Icelandic Tap Water I was told to drink you, that you are “completely safe” and “no other tap water on Earth tastes so good,” and I cringed as if I had sipped rancid milk. Where I come from, such water perfumes the skin with trace metals during a shower, and who knows what kind of slow death it inflicts on one’s cells. Regardless, I pour my first glass of you, and you appear as water should, clear …