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From the beginning, the Audemars was different. “It was a purely emotional buy. I walked into Cellini and I just liked it.” One night, as usual, he took it off and put it by the bedside. But the next morning it wasn’t there. He looked all over their townhouse. That evening, his wife walked up to him. “I found this,” Nicoletta said, holding the watch. “In the washing machine.” Somehow, during the night, the Audemars had made its way into bed, where it got tangled up in the sheets. “I grabbed it, trying not to be like Shiva and get mad. It was still ticking, even though I could see water under the crystal.” Through Cellini, Vadukul had it sent to the factory in Switzerland. “It cost me about eight grand to fix it, but it came back as if it were brand new,” he said. “After all that, it’s more than just a watch to me. It’s got its own survival story, and that’s why I won’t ever let it go.”

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Bobbie