Kilts pretty much hit each of our five senses. No wonder we enjoy wearing them so much.

Touch: The "hand" of a find fabric. The feel of the cloth, or leather, against our skin. The feel of the swish of the pleats when we walk. The feel of the wind dancing in the pleats and freely swirling under our kilt. The touch of a beautiful lass as she "inspects" our kilt and freely gives us a lingering hug.

Sight: The pleasure of viewing a fine fabric, a beautiful and meaningful tartan, the craftsmanship of our kiltmaker and a finely coordinated turnout. The sight of a beautiful lass doing a double take when she sees us or when her gaze lingers.

Sound: We can't often hear our pleats dancing in the wind or swishing, but sometimes we can. We do hear kilt compliments from beautiful women and sometimes some very attractive suggestions from a very attractive lass.

Taste: Perhaps we don't suck on our kilts to savor them, but we seem to be drawn to ethnic foods when kilted and to visit Celtic themed pubs and restaurants when kilted. And when lucky we savor the taste of the kiss of a beautiful lass who appreciates a kilted gent.

Smell: A wet wool kilt for sure, but more likely the scent of a beautiful lass as she comes close drawn by our kilt.

Come to your senses - Kilt up!

Ron