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About This Car
Quietly the best-dressed SUV in the valet line — Maserati just doesn't feel the need to prove it
Settle into the Grecale and your hand finds stitched leather before your eyes find the road — soft-grain hide over the seats, a trident stamped into the headrest, brushed metal switchgear that clicks with a watchmaker's precision rather than a button's cheapness. The cabin holds five with room to spare, and every surface seems chosen by someone who cared more about how it feels under a fingertip than how it photographs.
Start it up and there's no bark, just a low, cultured murmur from the exhaust, the kind of sound that suggests reserve rather than announces arrival. Put your foot down and that reserve peels back fast — 5.3 seconds to 100 km/h, delivered through a smooth-shifting automatic that never seems to hurry, even when you are. The steering is light in your hands until you ask something of it, then it tightens with the same quiet confidence that runs through the whole car. This is an SUV built by people who make sports cars, and it shows in the way it holds a corner rather than in how it looks doing it.
Nothing about the Grecale is loud. That's rather the point.