There are a few watches that have perpetually caught my attention over the course of my endless enthusiasm. These aren’t watches I’ve owned, and they aren’t even necessarily watches I’ve yearned to own, but rather watches that have leased micro studio apartments in the basement of my brain. Sometimes I forget they’re there, and then I hear loud music or yelling, or a dog barking. One of those timepieces has been the Panerai Radiomir in its most basic forms. I’m talking about the cushion case, dark sandwich dial, and faux-patina Radiomir.