In Riyadh, time isn’t told—it’s flexed. These seven beasts? They’re the unofficial kings of every gilded majlis. Let’s dive in.
1. Patek Grandmaster Chime: The Godfather of Complications
Two dials. Twenty functions. Flip it like a pancake and boom—you’re basically a horological DJ. Olive-green gold? That’s the color of “I own a private oasis.” Warning: May cause envy-induced sweating in nearby sheikhs.
2. AP Royal Oak "Sandstorm": Bling Meets Bedouin
AP watches took their classic octagon, dunked it in Sahara bling, and voilà—frosted gold that glints like a mirage. The moon phase? It’s so accurate, Bedouins could’ve used it for salat timings.
3. Richard Mille RM 65-01: For When Your Yacht Has a Yacht
Carbon fiber tougher than your ego, a chronograph faster than a falcon’s dive. This thing survives 600m underwater—or your cousin’s wedding pool party. Either way, you’re winning.
4. Vacheron’s "Caravan" Tourbillon: Spin the World
That spinning tourbillon isn’t just a mechanism—it’s a hypnotist. Stare too long, and you’ll forget you paid $400k for it. Platinum case? Let’s just call it "anti-humble."
5. Lange’s "Night of Power": Dark Mode for Billionaires
Black enamel so deep, it makes abayas look beige. The lunar phase has actual diamonds. Diamonds. Because telling time should sparkle like your conscience after a good zakat.
6. Rolex Daytona 24K: Subtlety Called—It Quit
Solid gold. Baguette diamonds. This Daytona doesn’t whisper “I’m rich”—it yells through a megaphone. Chronograph? Please. You’re not timing races; you’re timing how fast people notice it.
7. Greubel Forsey GMT: The Watch NASA Would Make
Four layers of sapphire. A globe that spins. Tourbillon that defies physics. Wearing this is like strapping a sci-fi movie to your wrist. The GMT hand points to Mecca? Mashallah, indeed.
Final Thoughts: So… Which One’s Your Crown?
Will it be the Patek, flexing enough complications to solve calculus? Or the Greubel, basically a spaceship for your arm? Let’s face it—your wrist deserves a throne. And Riyadh? It’s already taking notes.
P.S. If you choose the Rolex, invite me to your next desert rave. (I’ll bring the dates.)
