What before was an unspectacular, mumsy VW soft-roader has become a fully-fledged hottie, both alluringly neutral and quietly premium in equal measure. Seeing one has become an event, even in non-pimped-out SE specs (although the visual appeal is further intensified by specs further up the ladder). If ever there was a sign that the SUV segment is getting prettier, the Tiguan is it.
It’s not all about looks and perceived quality though. Despite being less nimble and agile than its Spanish cousin, the Seat Ateca, the Tiguan runs it close in the comfort stakes, and has a plusher interior to boot, naturally. The Tiguan feels more upmarket than its predecessor in every way.
Driving purists would tell me to go for a Porsche Macan instead, and purist driving purists would tell them to go for a 718 Cayman and so on, but the Volkswagen’s quiet confidence, effortless capability and calm in the face of adversity image will put it in good stead for its continuing dieselgate battle. My inner news hound is yearning for the day when Volkswagen confirms a Tiguan GTI and Tiguan R to match the Golf.