Skytoucher Automatic

The sailboat leans to port in the brisk warm wind. You loosen the main ever so slightly letting her settle on a more even keel. As you approach the harbour of Portofino you can see the the cars buzzing by on the Strada Provincale. You glance down on your wrist, reflecting the Mediterranean sun is the polished steel case of your Skytoucher Automatic. The smooth seconds hand flows over the sunburst blue dial and the time is easily readable by the large lumed hands. You approach the marina and as you’re docking you see it’s just after 12:30, perfect for a spot of lunch on the Piazza. You tie off the bow line you notice that the blue sunburst dial matches the blue waters of the marina just right. As your Skytoucher tells one ‘o clock the waiter brings you your Caprese salad, “Nice watch, Signore” he says with an approving smile. “Molte grazie!” you exclaim, again glancing down on your glistening sailing buddy adorning your wrist.