The Romance of the Highlands

From Aubade Lingerie at La Petite Coquette NYC.
Whence comes this enduring romance of the Scottish Highlands? Is it because of Robert Burns?

"Then come, thou fairest of the fair,
Those wonted smiles, O let me share;
And by thy beauteous self I swear,
No love but thine my heart shall know."

Is it because of Sir Walter Scott and his 12th century romance novel, "Ivanhoe"? The northmen of Scotland have been feared for centuries, nay even millenia, to the point where Hadrian built a wall to keep them out and proper English-speaking teachers forbade Gaelic from being spoken. No wonder since they represent what is wild and free and natural and untamed. Mothers and fathers want to protect their daughters from Bad Boys, yet the yearning for wildness in a girl's heart rarely goes away. I fell for my own Scottish "bad boy" -- 6 feet tall, long sinewy muscles, thick long black hair, sang Celtic love songs like a bard of old, drove me off into the sunset on his trusty steed (a 1990 Honda motorcycle), and boy did he look good in a kilt. How could a girl resist? Beware! Bad Highland boys aside, enjoy the romance of the ancient clans in a lovely corset gown such as this with rebellious asymmetrical touches (no prim and proper British tidiness here!).