Bohen Grande Marine Owner Review : Dazzling, accomplished and disturbing

O Muse, sing Bohen, the proud one of the seas, Born not from whim, but from the oath of the winter stars, Forged in steel like Achilles' spear, She watches over the waves, fierce and unruly. From the summit of the Alps where knowledge is sharpened, To the bed of the abyss where Neptune breaks, The Great Marine, on the wrists of sailors, Traces its deep song, a sibylline beat. Its casing, a bastion carved in the storm, Of surgical steel that the sea does not reject, Shelters a Swiss heart, faithful to its rhythms, Which beats, obstinate, without respite or prism. Shadows and light intertwine on the dial, Each index, each number, like runes on the surface, And the hands, swords of rebellious hours, Cut through the silence where time disguises itself. Is she not the companion of Ulysses, exiled from another era, Who would shine in the night to guide us to the Square? Her notched bezel, like the sides of a trireme, Faces the currents, resists diadems. Watertight like a Thousand Seas, unconquered beneath the foam, She braves the chasms, the typhoons, the mists; And the soul of the captain, named Stella Swift, Feels the echo of the deep trenches vibrate within her, But far from being rough, she seduces poets, Polished like a pebble, of discreet elegance; Its pure lines effortlessly depict The nobility of a style, the promise of a harbor. O Bohen, O torch of rare watchmaking art, You are not just a tool or a standard, But the pride of a gaze, a fragment of legend, That we pass to the child when the sea stands still. Thus sings time, in its salty setting, The Great Navy, which no one finds unfaithful. And whoever wears it, whether sailing or dreaming, Hears in its ticking the rolling of a dream, That time flees, that life is vain... But so much will it shine, that the myth carries us away...