When status counts for everything, it’s always been hard to go past the Mercedes-Maybach badge.
The arrival of a new flagship, the Mercedes-Maybach S 680, provides a fresh opportunity to evaluate whether the storied Maybach marque retains all the power, poise and presence of its forebears.
One way to test the theory is to park the S 680 – the largest, longest and most expensive production model in the current Mercedes-Benz Group family – on a hotel forecourt and throw open its big doors.
The rare opportunity to see inside a bastion of such tremendous luxury proves irresistible. A crowd gathers, drawn initially to the gleaming chrome grille, and then the sheer decadence of the sprawling interior clad in creamy Nappa leather and open-pore walnut trim set with striking vertical aluminium pinstripes. Poise? Check. Presence? In spades.
The last ever V12?
Many in the crowd also spot a badge affixed to the front quarter panel of the S 680. Unassuming in proportion, it nevertheless makes a huge statement about this vehicle: V12. Never a common engine configuration, to be sure, and now all-but extinct.
“Is it the last one we’ll ever see?” a self-confessed Mercedes-Benz fan wants to know. Not officially, is the company line. But you don’t have to be a fortune teller to see which direction Mercedes-Benz is headed with its powertrain development. Already a very special car for so many reasons, this Mercedes-Maybach may well also be remembered as the last of its type.
The very next question, of course, is what it’s like to drive? On that note, it’s time to shoo away the curious, and get this rolling hotel suite of a saloon onto the road to find out.
Easing away from the kerb into light traffic, the first thing to stand out about the stunning 12-cylinder shoehorned under the long bonnet is how fabulously civilised it is. It feels about as far from the rumble and fury of a V8 as you could possibly get, despite toting half as many cylinders again. In any gear, momentum stealthily builds on a fat, inexorable band of torque.
It later occurs to me that the only other powerplant I’ve experienced to resemble the quiet effortlessness of this goliath of the internal combustion breed is one that is its polar opposite in almost every conceivable respect: the fully electric drivetrain. Perhaps it’s ironic, or maybe highly prophetic, that the former is inevitably to be supplanted by the latter.