A stone, a glow, a breath from the 70s.
The case, finely hammered, seems to capture light with a raw softness. The yellow gold isn’t flashy—it’s deep, textured, alive. And then there’s the dial. That dial. A single slab of tiger eye stone. The surface shimmers in the light, with golden, brown, and amber veins that ripple like a frozen landscape.
The minimalism here is a statement. No loud branding, just two thin gold hands gliding silently over the stone. This is about material, sensation, and era.
The TV-shaped case—an iconic 70s design—gives this watch a bold but perfectly balanced personality. It asserts itself without raising its voice. It is rare. It is quietly precious.
This is an Audemars Piguet you don’t see every day. A collector’s piece, yes—but above all, an object of taste, style, and time.