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Just because: Rolex Daytona, tropical ‘italian chocolate’ dial

By on 6 July 2010 in Watches

Just because: Rolex Daytona, tropical ‘italian chocolate’ dial
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Dear Lord, Jake’s Rolex Watch Blog has done it again. Time and again, Jake comes up trumps with just the most beautiful Rolex photography the web has to offer.

So, just because last Friday he showcased this little beauty, we couldn’t resist bringing it to your attention. Feast your eyes on this stunning Rolex Daytona with a faded ‘tropical’ dial. Now, for the uninitiated, you should know that this dial wasn’t this gorgeous brown colour when it left the factory. These models are known as ‘tropical’ because – through a fault in the manufacturing process – in humid conditions, the black finish turned this colour over time.

In the same way that we don’t value patina just for the sake of it, we’re not crazy about all tropical dials. Some fade well, others just look utterly wrong. But this beauty? Well, just look at it! Gorgeous. Better still, head on over to Jake’s and check out the full post. He also includes an amusing shot of a bar of chocolate which perfectly matches the colours of the Daytona.

Hats off, once again, to Jake!

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Just because: Rolex Daytona, tropical ‘italian chocolate’ dial

Dear Lord, Jake’s Rolex Watch Blog has done it again. Time and again, Jake comes up trumps with just the most beautiful Rolex photography the web has to offer. So, just because last Friday he showcased this little beauty, we couldn’t resist bringing it to your attention. Feast your eyes on this stunning Rolex Daytona [...]

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