With the new Ferrari Amalfi, Maranello has written a bold, open-air overture to pure, unfiltered grand touring. No roof. No compromises. No apologies.
This is a design-first, engine-forward homage to the bliss of driving beneath the open sky, with nothing but the horizon ahead and that glorious V12 at your back.
Inspired by the winding coastal roads of Southern Italy, the Amalfi is a celebration of la dolce vita. With its mid-front-mounted V12 and rear-wheel-drive layout, it’s still every bit a Prancing Horse, just wearing fewer clothes.
And what clothes they are.
Where the Roma Spider whispered elegance, the Amalfi sings it from a clifftop terrace. There’s no roof to fold, tuck, or hide, just a seamless silhouette that ends with a dramatic, sculpted rear deck. It’s a body that flows like silk but holds the tension of a drawn bow. Clean lines. Muscular arches.
Inside, it’s a familiar Ferrari embrace, wrapped in dual-cockpit symmetry and dressed in opulence. The dash flows like a wave breaking against leather-wrapped cliffs. Screens are nestled, not flaunted. Touch points feel milled, not mass-produced. Every surface whispers, “You’ve made it.”
And then you fire it up.
That 6.5-litre naturally aspirated V12 bellows, wails, serenades. At full tilt, it’s an aria in motion. And when the revs climb, the Amalfi ascends like a cathedral organ being played with reckless joy.
The Amalfi isn’t trying to chase Nürburgring lap times. It was never about numbers. It’s about feeling. About driving not for the stopwatch, but for the story. For that golden hour when the light hits the sea just right, and you’re the only car on the road. That’s the kind of moment this car was born for.
In a time where everything is becoming hybrid, turbocharged, digitised, and sanitised, the Ferrari Amalfi is a love letter to the analog. A reminder that, sometimes, the most powerful thing a car can do is simply make you feel alive.
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