A Porsche Taycan in Provence paint looks like it belongs on your mood board, until the luxury saloon shows how it does race-car things without breaking a sweat
After collecting the Taycan from Porsche on a Tuesday morning, I admit that coming face to face with it stirs a quiet sense of intimidation. It does not announce itself with exaggerated vents or cartoonish wings. Instead, it sits low and muscular, with a stance that suggests subtle authority. The proportions feel deliberate, almost predatory, as though the car is poised and waiting for intent.
Then the colour intervened.
This particular Taycan wears Provence, a dusty lilac shade I can only describe as girly-pop: soft, chic, and entirely to my taste. It lends the car an unexpected warmth, tempering its performance intent with a sense of approachability. Friends later remarked that the car’s ‘vibe’ suited me, which I took as both compliment and caution. Provence is a paid option, and a significant one, priced at about S$10,558.
Once inside, the earlier intimidation dissipates immediately. The seat, luxuriously trimmed yet properly bolstered, adjusts easily, as does the steering wheel, aided by an electric steering column fitted as standard. Most frequently used controls fall naturally to hand. The cockpit is clear and legible, anchored by a 16.8-inch curved display and a centre console built around direct touch inputs.
In an era when some electric vehicle interiors seem intent on radical minimalism, the Taycan does not demand a re-education in how to drive a car. You get proper seating in the form of 14- way Comfort Seats with memory, and in this configuration, a practical 4+1 layout that turns ‘just the two of us’ into ‘fine, you can come along too’.
The everyday indulgences are present as well. Four-zone climate control comes standard, and soft-close doors appear on the options list, an indulgence that feels unnecessary until you experience the quiet satisfaction of a door completing its own closure.
The daily show
Over two days, the driving becomes a pleasant blur. I use roughly 75 per cent of the battery, but cover far more ground than the usual office-to- home routine. On paper, the Taycan is rated for a combined WLTP range of 566km, which, allowing for real-world variables, is more than sufficient for a week of errands, meetings, late dinners, and unplanned detours.
What I do not expect is the level of attention the Taycan draws on the move. At traffic lights, heads turn. When the lights change and I pull away briskly, fingers follow. Not because the car makes a show of itself, but because it surges forward with an ease that leaves others momentarily flat-footed. With Launch Control engaged, this base Taycan completes the century sprint in 4.8 seconds, delivering 410Nm of torque. More than enough to dispatch gaps in traffic with confidence.
There is also the matter of sound. This car is equipped with Porsche Electric Sport Sound, which overlays acceleration with a subtle, futuristic tone. It is not engine noise in the traditional sense, but a curated acoustic layer that adds drama without artifice, and makes even restrained driving feel faintly mischievous. It is a small touch, yet one that reflects Porsche’s understanding that performance has always been as much about sensation as speed.
Charging feels less like a compromise and more like a calculated exercise. The Taycan’s battery offers 89.0kWh of gross capacity, or 82.3kWh net, and supports DC charging at up to 270kW. Under ideal conditions, a 10 to 80 per cent charge can take as little as 18 minutes. Porsche’s broader Taycan update focuses squarely on faster charging, improved stability, and greater usable range across the line-up.
By early evening on the second day, a moment arrives unplanned but memorable. The setting sun casts warm golds and oranges across the car, transforming Provence into something richer, almost luminous. I catch myself, quietly and somewhat absurdly, wishing I could take this one home for good. A friend had summed it up neatly: the Porsche Taycan is a car for those who want occasional flashes of sports-car urgency, paired with the everyday ease of a luxury sedan. After two days, the sentiment feels entirely justified.
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