
A sealed nose; the charge-port hides in the haunch. Air is fed, never trapped.

1,020 hp. 690 km on a charge. No exhaust, no gearbox, and no waiting list once the 250th car leaves the floor in Turin.
A 110 kWh pack on a 900-volt architecture. Drive from dusk to the coast and back without thinking about a plug — then take 18 minutes for the next 80%.

Torque arrives before you finish the thought. No gears, no lag — just instant, silent violence.
Vectored across both axles a thousand times a second. The GT rotates around you, not the other way round.
A body shaped entirely by airflow. Nothing on it is decoration — every line moves air or it was deleted.
Held back, not maxed out. The limiter is a choice; the aerodynamics are not.

A sealed nose; the charge-port hides in the haunch. Air is fed, never trapped.

Cd 0.19. The roofline is one unbroken arc from screen to ducktail.

Aero-blade wheels that flush at speed and open to cool under braking.

One screen. Everything else is for driving.
— 0 dB at a standstill


The cabin is assembled by hand under daylight-balanced studio lamps, then signed. Forged 22-inch wheels, a single-piece carbon tub, and an interior with exactly one screen — because the road deserves your eyes.




The signature finish — deep, light-drinking black.