The ride is probably a little firmer than customers might expect at low speeds, but beneath the sheen of vaguely sporting intent the Azure is actually a beautifully refined, comfortable car. Hood up, it generates more noise from its big Pirelli P-Zero tyres than is created by the wind at, say, 70mph. With the hood lowered, it is the most special place to be on four wheels – no more, no less – and that includes the rear bench seat, which feels like something out of The Great Gatsby.
Room is not an issue in the front or the rear (there is plenty in every direction), although boot space isn’t quite as cavernous as you’d expect. For that, you can blame the machinations of the all-electric hood, which eat into what would otherwise be an enormous boot.
Up front, the Azure is everything you’d expect of the world’s most exclusive convertible, and then some. Yes, the wipers are from another era, the sat-nav isn’t a patch on that of a humble Golf, and one or two of the details (such as the plastic handbrake release) are a bit cheap, but such is the level of appeal elsewhere that such things somehow don’t matter. If ever a car could justify its price with its interior, the Azure is it.
