I was reading an article about the Walther PPK when I came across this sentence:
Like a Rolex Submariner, a Porsche 911, or the first chord in A Hard Day’s Night, it hits such a perfect sweet spot that there isn’t much point to altering it.
I don’t know much about the Rolex, but the other two examples I found good. So I came to wonder what other examples of “just perfect sweet spot” you might come up with.
This is so subjective. I could say as perfect as the opening number in “La La Land” but then scores of people will be quick to show up and express their disgust.
Yes, I guess I should have put this in IMHO. It is meant to be subjective.
Yes, IMHO might be more appropriate. 
I could also say as perfect as a Japanese mechanical pencil and even though most people may agree it would still be a subjective opinion (albeit a collective one). It looks like I no longer know what objective can mean. 
The Slovak Philharmonic Orchestra’s Holberg Suite that was produced and recorded in the early 1980s.
Any time Maria Callas sung Carmen. Especially the “Habanera.”
The Christmas I spent in Israel. I was visiting different schools in Western Galilee as part of a conference for Jewish educators, and we’d just finished up at the Naval Academy, and were going on to visit an “alternate placement” high school for kids who had had special difficulties in public school. Someone said, “It’s Christmas, isn’t it?” Someone else said “Hang on, I’ll check my phone… Yeah. It’s Christmas.” Then we went on to talk about something else. Best Christmas ever.
The sound of my car starting on the first try, after I had changed the cylinder head gasket by myself.
I once worked with an old geologist/explorer who spent lots of time in the bush. He claimed the mid-sixties Land Rover (like this one) was the apotheosis of off-road vehicle development, as far as usability and reliability. And that everything before or since has been below that peak of development. Sorry, don’t know the exact year.
I leave it to the car experts hereabouts to weigh in on his choice, as I’ve never even driven one.
Well there was this girl in college . . . she was pretty much the definition of sweet spot and the standard for all things to follow. A good 18 year old Scotch comes near to achieving such perfection but still falls short.
My husband. I’m sure objectively he has flaws, but they are irrelevant to me. He is so reliably compassionate, responsible, fair and calm, which are the four things I need most from a partner.
Other things? Cephalopods. Watching a good movie with a soft pretzel and frozen Coke. Filet mignon. This guy’s art.
(I have a fancy - framed Contessa with Squid and it’s perfect.)
When the masseuse hits a sore muscle with juuuust the right amount of pressure.
I’m always on the lookout for a good mechanical pencil.
I’ve not driven a Land Rover, but I’ve ridden in a couple. I remember them being rather loud and uncomfortable, but there was a brilliant simplicity and functionality to them, as well. If the windshield wiper motor (which was located at the base of the windshield) broke, there was a knob on it so you could move the wiper back and forth by hand. Watch The Gods Must Be Crazy to see a Land Rover in action.
Two more to add:
A glass Coke bottle
A Zippo lighter
The smell of a clover field on an early summer morning.
The Beatles in 1966.
That Rueben I had at the Carnegie Deli on July 17th, 2000.
A sun-warmed raspberry, freshly picked off the cane.
Same, but a blackberry.
A fun-size York Peppermint Patty, straight out of the fridge.
Moved from MPSIMS to IMHO.
A perfect response.
A lot of things are perfect, or so close as to be the same thing.
The sunrise. The sunset. A full moon. The smell in the air before a thunderstorm. My dog - and the expression on his face when you throw a big stick. Fatty tuna sushi in Japan. A juicy peach. Homemade hamburgers. A cold Modelo Negro on a hot day. The first game of football. The miracle of the human body. The satisfied feeling after a highly productive weightlifting session. Making the tough diagnosis by remembering some useless fact someone mentioned once in medical school decades ago. A cool breeze on a summer night. So many favourite tunes. Will Durant’s History of Civilization.
Perfection is everywhere.
Two related to light.
Watching the sun set into the ocean. The perfect way for daylight to end.
And in the field of ecclesiastical architecture, Sainte-Chapelle in Paris. The absolute explosion of light as you walk into it was, I’m sure, intended to appear as (literally) miraculous.
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It’s OK to call something “perfect” if it couldn’t any better, only different.
Sunsets.
Wood thrush songs.
Several people I can think of.
Vanilla.
The moment in learning the Forth programming language when one groks the fact that the mysterious and powerful Inner Interpreter is actually implemented as a single microprocessor RTN operation.
Da Funk by Daft Punk.
2001: A Space Odyssey…
Murder by Death…
The original version of the Mint Julep at Disneyland (they went and changed it, da dummies!)
A Hard Day’s Night was in 1964, when I was already conceived but not yet delivered 