Ah, Ferrari. The name alone conjures images of screaming V12s, rosso corsa curves, and the kind of badge snobbery that makes Range Rover owners feel insecure. But now, the Prancing Horse has dropped something new – and dare we say, a little elegant? Enter the Ferrari Amalfi – Maranello’s latest Gran Turismo, and quite possibly the most refined Ferrari since someone tried to valet park an SF90 into a duck pond in Mayfair.
This, dear readers, isn’t just another supercar. It’s a high-tech, high-luxury tour de force made for the jet set, the effortlessly stylish, and those who think the Autostrada is for leisurely cruises, not Nürburgring lap times. So what exactly is the Ferrari Amalfi, and why is it causing a stir on both sides of the Channel?
Let’s dive in.
First Impressions: A Ferrari in Loafers?
The Ferrari Amalfi is a sleek, two-door GT with fastback lines that whisper "speed" while humming Andrea Bocelli. It’s not here to shout. It’s not the guy at the gym grunting at every rep. No – this is the chap sipping a Negroni on a yacht, unbothered by your leased Lambo.
According to Ferrari, the Amalfi is “a brand-new, all-electric Gran Turismo” – yes, electric. That means no growling V12 under the bonnet. No iconic Italian bark when you blip the throttle. Instead, you get silent, instant torque and a serene driving experience that would make even the most hardened petrolhead consider early retirement.
Still, this is Ferrari. Even when they go electric, they don’t forget the flair.
Design: Silhouettes from Heaven
The design language of the Ferrari Amalfi is pure elegance. At 5 metres long, it has presence – the sort of presence that makes Range Rover drivers double take at the lights. The flowing roofline dips gracefully towards a subtly aggressive rear, and the sculpted sides are a masterclass in minimalism and drama.
It’s the kind of car that looks just as good outside Claridge’s as it does parked on a clifftop in, well, Amalfi.
Up front, you’ll spot aerodynamic intakes that hint at performance, but nothing too garish. No massive wings. No carbon-fibre-for-the-sake-of-it. Just beauty. Purposeful beauty.
And inside? We haven’t seen the full cockpit yet, but expect leather that costs more per square foot than your flat, a screen count worthy of NASA, and a smell that screams old money and good taste. Ferrari says it's a "lounge-like environment". You say it's the Ritz on wheels.
Performance: Whisper Quiet, Ludicrously Fast
Yes, the Ferrari Amalfi is electric – but don’t let that fool you. This isn’t some leaf-hugging EV for city centre congestion zones. No, this thing moves. Ferrari hasn’t revealed full performance figures yet (they like to tease), but word on the street is that it’ll easily rival the SF90 in straight-line speed – but with none of the soundtrack and all of the smug.
Thanks to cutting-edge electric motors and battery technology, the Amalfi promises both blistering acceleration and a respectable range. Think more Milan-to-Marseille, less Tesco-to-home-and-back. Oh, and it charges fast too – because no one wants to wait when you're used to same-day tailoring and private jets.
Expect 0-60mph in something silly like 2.5 seconds, and torque that could probably rotate the Earth backwards if you really floored it.
Handling: GT Comfort with Supercar DNA
The Ferrari Amalfi isn’t designed to chew corners like a 488 Pista, but don’t assume it’s soft. Beneath the elegant shell lies Ferrari’s latest suspension tech, active aero, and enough computing power to run a small country. It’s been tuned for long-distance comfort, yes, but it still wears the badge – so there’s grip, precision, and agility when you want it.
Perfect for a long scenic drive through the Lake District – or a very spirited run down the M6 Toll when no one’s watching.
And let’s not forget the four-wheel drive system, energy vectoring, and ride height management. Whether you’re tackling Alpine switchbacks or West London potholes, the Amalfi keeps it composed.
Tech: Screens, Sensors, and Subtle Genius
Inside the cabin, expect Ferrari’s most luxurious interior to date. Rumour has it the dashboard is a blend of analogue sophistication and cutting-edge digitalism. Think traditional dials reimagined as augmented displays, surrounded by whisper-quiet climate control and a hi-fi system tuned by people who wear lab coats and listen to jazz.
And because this is Ferrari’s first proper GT EV, expect the very latest in autonomous driver assistance (not that you’d ever want to let it drive itself), adaptive suspension, and connectivity that makes your iPhone feel like a Nokia 3310.
Need to schedule a spa appointment while doing 70mph in whisper silence? Amalfi’s got you.
Who’s It For?
Let’s be honest – this isn’t your track day weapon. The Ferrari Amalfi is made for those who already have a few Ferraris in the garage. This is your daily driver when your SF90 is busy terrorising Silverstone. It’s for the customers who’d like a Tesla’s convenience but couldn’t possibly be seen in a Tesla.
It’s for those who lunch in Saint-Tropez and brunch in Kensington. It’s Ferrari growing up – but not growing old.
The Name: Why Amalfi?
It’s not just about sounding classy (though let’s face it, “Ferrari Scunthorpe” doesn’t quite roll off the tongue). Amalfi evokes images of winding coastal roads, luxury, romance, and sun-drenched bliss. It’s a name that says: relax, but make it Italian.
And that’s the vibe. The Ferrari Amalfi is a GT for those who no longer need to prove themselves – because they already have. Several times over.
Final Thoughts: Is the Ferrari Amalfi a Game Changer?
In a word? Absolutely.
The Ferrari Amalfi marks a turning point. It’s the Prancing Horse embracing electric with confidence, not compromise. It’s still exclusive. It’s still achingly beautiful. And it still promises that little thrill in your stomach – only now, with a slightly smug eco edge.
Will purists moan about the lack of an engine note? Of course. But Ferrari knows its customers – and they’ll be queueing up, trust me. Probably with their assistants holding the umbrellas.
The Amalfi is proof that Ferrari can change – and still remain utterly, gloriously Ferrari.
