TALKING TO PHILIPPE CHARRIOL is like having lunch in Paris. Every well-rounded syllable is reminiscent of garlic and snails, fine Bordeaux and confit de Canard. And, like those Gallic delicacies, Charriol is rich - a long-standing member of the moneyed aristocracy for whom a trip in a private jet is as commonplace as most people's commute on the MTR.
But life was not always so good - Charriol has known pain and struggle.
'I was wilful when I was young,' says Charriol as he relaxes in his boutique in The Landmark in Hong Kong.
'That led me down some rocky paths.'
At the age of 28, after burning up his twenties with a series of failed love affairs and unsatisfying business ventures, Charriol met Alain Dominique Perrin.
The latter appointed Charriol to sell his Silvermatch cigarette lighters to the world. Charriol rose to the challenge by buying a plane ticket that was valid for four months and 32 countries. 'I sold the lighter in 31 of the 32 countries,' says the watchmaker. 'Only Nepal resisted me. I came home as a hero.'