One way of thinking about what is romantic is that it is going beyond mere utility (which is not without effort).
To be wrrm I could switch on a radiator, or put it on automatic and not even need to do amything. Instead I have a woodburner which needs emptied, cleaned, lit, fed and attended to several times a day!
Am I mad? Sometimes I think so.
As I often say, there's nothing like the real thing.