Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, the Hills of Highlands, forever I love.

-Robert Burns

smells like: heather, elderflower, moss, whiskey

Rugged, untamed beauty. Rolling hills, craggy mountains, shimmering lochs. It feels as if you’ve fallen into a chapter of a fantasy novel, where battles are won and lost and where legends are made. It’s a paradise unlike any you’ve ever explored, elderflower waving in the wind, heather-clad moors stretched under vast skies, wet moss under your hiking boots.

Every sight you see is more beautiful than the last. You begin to wonder if the Scottish Highlands are possibly God’s favorite place on earth for Him to have made them so beautiful. With sudden clarity you realize that your soul has never known such a place- rugged, untamed, unparalleled. The mystery and magic of the place seeps down into your very heart, a joy you’ll carry with you all your days.