If ever there was a reason to wonder what the plural of Rolex was, then our latest Talking Hands is it. Roli? Rolexi? Rolexes? We’d like to think it was Rollers.
Not only have we had the brand new Explorer II under close observation here at Prodigal Towers for the last week or so but we’ve put it up against the previous generation too. And, as if that wasn’t enough, we thought it interesting to line these two siblings up in front of the rest of the family: the Rolex sports model range in its entirety. So, we have an Explorer, a GMT-Master II, a Daytona and a no-date Submariner – just to put the Explorer II in context you understand.
Why all the trouble? Because this is a watch that matters to us a great deal. Its predecessor is in our view the pinnacle of Rolex sports watch design. We’d been left feeling teased and frustrated when we clapped eyes on its successor at Baselworld 2011. So, when we finally got to spend a week or so with it, we wanted to be sure that our assessment was thorough and honest.
The result is the longest Talking Hands we’ve ever recorded – but we think the piece deserves that level of attention. Our verdict? You’ll have to watch to find out.
Pour yourself a drink, hit play and join us for Talking Hands.
Thank you to our friends at The Watch Gallery (TIME2) for the loan of the Explorer II. If you’re in London, we highly recommend a visit to Rolex, One Hyde Park, 100 Knishtbridge, London SW1X 7LJ, Tel: +44 20 7292 0345. It’s the largest selection of Rolex watches available within Europe. Michael and his team have great knowledge of Rolex’s iconic collections and will be pleased to help you navigate your way through their phenomenal selection.
Talking Hands: The Rolex Explorer II
Not only do we have the brand new Explorer II under close observation here at Prodigal Towers but we’ve put it up against the previous generation too. And, as if that wasn’t enough, we thought it interesting to line these two brothers up in front of the rest of the family: the Rolex sports model range in its entirety.
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