I hadn't quite thought of it that way, but I have sort of classified my travels as being within what can be called the North Atlantic Arc. And all roads do seem to lead back to Norway, don't they? I've sometimes wondered whether there is a genetic component to all this--the Scot in me appreciates whisky, the Yorkshireman loves a good bitter. No doubt that there is some Nordic heritage mixed in there back in the mists of time, which might explain why I enjoy listening to Annbjorg Lien. My personal connections to Quebec, Normandy, and Brittany, however, are historical rather than genetic. Anyway, I definitely have more of an affinity for the northern territories, so perhaps I can be considered an honorary Norseman.
Icelanders are essentially Old Norwegians, I suppose, and they do have brennivin, an aquavit- or schnapps-like drink. I don't know if they actually make it there, though. And I've never tried it.