Regardless of it’s un poetic name, the minute repeater is certainly the most exciting horological complication and the most magical for any WIS. Imagine when a perpetual calendar and a tourbillon are added like in the cal 2755 (some one do something about such a lousy name for sucn an amazing piece).
However, considering the difficulties of manufacture and their price tag the said WIS hardly has the opportunity of seeing one and even less hearing it chime.
You can understand my irrepressible jubilation when VC asked me if I could wear the calibre 2755 for one day and write about my impressions. I weighed the pros and cons: what if some guy in the subway cut my arm off and walked away with the watch? Or if it fell off by mistake? My children, my grandchildren and the next seven generations would need to work hard to reimburse it!
Well…I’m right handed and could live without my left arm and as I don’t yet know my future siblings their monetary problems are of little interest to me. Not being of the adventurous type but being an incurable snob, I wasn’t going to refuse the opportunity of wearing the equivalent of a Parisian apartment on the wrist!
The 1st question that needs answering is what is a minute repeater? According to my friend Eugene who is a man of taste, the minute repeater is useful for the great traveller. If you wake up in the middle of the night in a dark room and have no idea where you are just activate your repeater, if you hear a gentle voice next to you whisper “what a lovely sound…what is it?” you know you’re travelling and at a hotel. If a husky voice yells at you “stop playing with that watch of yours and go to sleep” you know that you’re at home
Being rather of the sedentary type I needed another reason to wear such a watch. I have to admit, it wasn’t too difficult: the possibility of wearing such an amazing watch doesn’t come twice!
The early apprehension rapidly evaporated and I was manipulating it like a watchmaker. The hairs on my arms stood straight each time I activated the repeater and watched the tiny hammers delicately hit the gongs creating a pure seraphic music.
I have to admit that I hardly worked that day; I spent my time admiring the sensual curves of this sublime time piece that at regular intervals sung for me with her delicate voice making me sigh like a love struck teenager.
My dear Loungers, it is time for me to say adieu, because it is out of the question that I return my dearly beloved to its proprietor…a convoy heading to Skepteria is waiting for me, I will arrive tomorrow morning and will seek political asylum as to continue living my clandestine love story far from lustful eyes. I will make my watch chime each time I will feel nostalgia for the Lounge.