I admit, I’m not a watch person. The last watch I owned I bought for three dollars at a mall kiosk in Borneo. It was plastic and bendy. I lost it on a ferry and mourned for all of 30 seconds.
But many people are big fans of watches. People with large amounts of disposable income. (Don’t you just love the phrase “disposable income”? It makes me giggle and wonder if I’ll ever have it.) People who don’t mind – nay, who like – the idea of owning a watch with an indescribably ridiculous name.
And there are wristwatches for every such person on your Christmas list! For example:
For the distinguished professor emeritus of marine biology, why not buy an Oyster Perpetual Datejust?
For the neighbour who owes his fortune to racehorses, there is always the Ulysse Nardin Triplejack Minute Repeater.
For that uncle everyone suspects is in the mafia, consider the Hublot Black Caviar Bang.
And for your brother who thinks he’s James Bond, there is the Concord C1 Quantum Gravity Tourbillon.
So there you have it. All those people on your list are taken care of, and you only had to drop a few million smackers. Tis the season, people. Tis the season.
