The Skeptiko is issued not chosen!

One Toot! is not the Six Pips. It’s an occasional, explicit declaration of achievement.

This is the Skeptiko – the Skeptiko Artefacts, to be precise and it’s brilliant.

I won’t bore you with the arduous journey from pencil sketches to actually holding it. That’s a tale you’ve heard before and it’s fairly typical of most of my creations.

So instead, let me tell you what it’s like to live with.

Artefacts, the Ultem® version you see here is surprisingly light at 85 grams. It doesn’t impose itself, even if the case colour initially seems reluctant to harmonise with what you’re wearing. It has a delicacy unlike any other Schofield. Akin to tortoiseshell glasses or a quality glass in a dim bar. 

It could have been a cocktail watch. I could have woven a yarn about whisky. But secret meetings, secret agencies, circa 1972 is where I landed.

This watch is issued, not chosen. You’ll find the wearer in a dark corner. It’s here that the Skeptiko comes into its own. It looks best in the gloom, not outside on a bright winter’s day. If it could – and it will, it would hide in a pre-war jazz bar where its owner can’t be overheard.

Irrespective of where you live and whether or not you’ll attend the British Watchmakers’ Day; if the Skeptiko speaks to you and you want more information or a place on the list, email me.

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Sundays are jazz days! So, this morning perhaps play Touch by Tortoise. Fringe jazz for an unusual watch.

Peace. Mr E.