The harsh taste of single malt scotch whiskey? Here in Scotland, it's the breakfast drink of champions! (Really: breakfast, lunch and dinner.)
The grating sound of the bagpipes droning on and on, just enough out of tune to make your teeth hurt? Music to the toughened Scotsman.
Cold wind, freezing rain... and they call this "summer." Just pass the wool, and since it's summer perhaps I'll wear a light tartan dress (kilt) instead of pants.
Best of all: the Picts. No one was ever able to conquer the Scottish Highlanders; not the English, not the Romans, and part of the reason is the Picts. They were called Picts because they tattooed their entire body, using a plant which helped coagulate their blood. Handy in war, no? So, when you fought the Picts, you would be standing there and, cold summer or even colder winter, suddenly you would be charged by a screaming mass of totally naked, blue warriors! What would you do?
So, I spent time yesterday looking for my Scottish heritage. Besides, if I am going to buy a kilt, I need to know our family tartan.