Rolls-Royce Wraith review

Many buy a Rolls to be driven in, not drive, so this area’s arguably more key than any of that driving-it-on-the-door-handles nonsense. And predictably enough, it’s beautiful in here. Fine woods, leathers and metals cover just about every surface, and the BMW tech beneath it all – the Wraith is based upon the Ghost, which itself is based upon the last-generation 7 Series – is largely well hidden.

Largely. Open up the central cubbyhole and you’ll find a plasticky phone connector that betrays more mass-production roots. And while six years might not seem like a long time, it’s aeons in the tech world, the Wraith exhibiting a shortage of USB ports while connecting your phone isn’t the CarPlay-aided breeze you get in even the cheapest hatchbacks nowadays.

First world problems of the highest order, of course, and perhaps the near-silence inside the Wraith is the perfect excuse to shorten your screen time and relax in a cocoon far, far removed from stresses of the internet. The Wraith’s long-snouted proportions and two-tone colour schemes come from a bygone era, so why not fully revel in it by eschewing the modern world as you travel within, eyes gazing at the mock starry sky and feet nestled into the wool carpet?