It’s a piece that invites admiration from even seasoned enthusiasts. While it’s not the real Overseas, it captures the spirit: refined, bold, and timeless.

It’s water-resistant, but I didn’t push my luck beyond some incidental splashes and humid days. The sapphire crystal? Scratch-proof indeed—I accidentally grazed it against a metal railing (heart-stopping moment) and it emerged completely unscathed.

The rubber strap was surprisingly comfortable. Not just soft, but secure. The folding clasps clicked into place with a satisfying tightness, and all the engraved markings were as convincing as they were elegant.

What truly caught me off guard was the dial. Crisp steel white, date indicator positioned just right, and the sweeping seconds hand powered by the movement glided with mesmerizing smoothness. I wore it for an entire week, testing its mettle from casual errands to more formal dinners, and not once did it feel out of place—or out of sync.

I’ll admit—when I first held the watch in my hand, I paused. Not out of doubt, but from quiet admiration. This clone mimicked it with uncanny precision.