Subtlety is not Porsche Macan Turbo’s strong suit. In fact, it feels rather out of place. I’ve driven it to the Goodwood Members’ Meeting, a rather exclusive affair in England reserved for historic car owners, experienced racers and the tiny handful of civilians who manage to get their hands on tickets.

The throngs that come to Lord March’s more high-profile Goodwood Festival of Speed and Goodwood Revival aren’t to be found. The limited numbers here today are allowed to roam around the paddocks, kick the tyres and strike up conversation with four-wheel celebs such as Mika Häkkinen and Dario Franchitti.

Many are among the world’s most esteemed collectors and automotive aristocracy.

So here I am, dressed head to toe in tweed, climbing out of a shiny new Porsche SUV that looks like the ultimate drug dealer’s ride. I’ve given it a nickname: Layer Cake. It reminds me of the bright yellow Range Rover from the 2004 film, the one with the idiotic owners.

Like, if you’re going to bring boxes of class-As back from Holland, maybe don’t do it in a car the colour of a citrus fruit.

But there’s nothing idiotic about the Macan Turbo. It is a highly intelligent, refined and capable beast not to be underestimated. It also makes perfect sense.

Purists will tellyou a Porsche should have two doors and an air-cooled engine in the boot. Yet the success of the Panamera and Cayenne prove they are heavily outnumbered.

Indeed, the Macan has established itself as Porsche’s best-selling car, and second-hand values are up as much as 25 per cent over new, with impatient punters trying to jump the waiting list.

So it is an incredibly desirable car, but is it a blue-blooded Porsche?

Arguably the biggest draws at Goodwood are the Le Mans prototypes, and the sight of a long line of 1970s wedge-shaped hell-raisers waiting to take to the track makes one’s knees buckle. Dozens of Porsche 917s—the most iconic car of the period—in a variety of heartpounding paint jobs, from Martini’s white, red and dark blue stripes to Gulf ’s light blue and orange.

For race fans of a certain age, this car is possessed by the spirit of the Hollywood star Steve McQueen, who was seen racing one in his 1971 movie Le Mans. McQueen’s picture hangs in some of the garages and autojumble stores around the track. The late actor is a patron saint for amateur drivers striving to live out their childhood fantasies.

Can I picture Steve steering his way around southern California in a tall-bodied Porsche? That would take a lot of imagination.  The Porsches, Jaguars, Mustangs and Lotuses McQueen loved were all elegant, simple, lightweight, focused cars, and the Macan isn’t really any of those.

Instead it’s designed for people who want it all, a 4WD utility sports car that can handle anything that’s thrown at it. In this respect it’s one of the most capable cars I’ve ever driven.

After the prize-giving at Goodwood I chauffeured some Rolls-Royce engineers to the pub. Professionally sensitive to the slightest bump in the road, throttle jolt or turbo lag, they confirmed my assessment that this car has incredible ride and power delivery.

Being fed through roundabouts and along twisty B roads at speed, the car was utterly composed and the 400 horses as tame as those on a merry-go-round.

This is thanks to my Macan boasting an optional torque vectoring system that is supercar quality. Put the hammer down to overtake and your obstacle is in the rear view mirror within a single tick of the indicator.

Yet if your passenger were to be holding a brimming cocktail glass, there would be no spillage, at least not till you hit the brakes. This car has ceramic composite anchors, which are a HK$77,000 option. For a two-tonne car, its stopping ability is eyewatering.

The standard Turbo weighs in at HK$1.328 million, but with the options fitted mine costs HK$1.9 million. I don’t think that’s unreasonable, given the engine and everything that harnesses it to the road.

The 3.6-litre V6 is so efficient, powerful and torquey. My car, fitted with an optional performance package, can hit 100km/h in 4.6 seconds. That’s just a tad slower than the Aston Martin DB9 GT and the Bentley Continental W12. I am getting around 9.5 litres per 100km of cruising on the motorway and 14 litres on country lanes.

The noise is muffled but audible, a sneeze from the exhaust as the seven-speed PDK transmission upshifts followed by a turbo whine like that of a kitten that’s hurt its leg. The cabin is ergonomic and familiar to Porsche users, the main instrument panel up high and a rank of buttons steeply raked all the way down to the arm rest.

My ride has red leather—red on red—suggesting it was specced by Iceberg Slim. The metallic Impulse Red exterior looks almost pink in low light but much more vivid and racy under the sun. I have grey 533mm five-spokesports wheels, wrapped in chunky 295/35 rubber, which enclose massive yellow brake callipers. In a field in West Sussex it looks outré, but in Yas Marina, Ibiza and Aspen it’d look the berries.

It is unashamedly nouveau. But if you want a mid-size SUV with the performance to embarrass an F- Type Jag, then look no further. 

Range Rover may have more Sloane-y cachet, but the smaller Evoque can’t possibly keep up, while the bigger Range Rover Sport SVR 5-litre V8 can, just, but it costs a whopping HK$1.26 million more. That’s practically a whole base Range Rover Sport extra.

The Maserati Levante has an equally alluring badge but nowhere near the same level of performance. The Audi RS 6 Avant is faster and more practical but, like the SVR, it’s more expensive, and for Macan suitors, the highbody is non-negotiable. SUVs outnumber estate cars in Knightsbridge 100-1.

So let’s talk purity. Does this car threaten to dilute the Porsche brand, built on the 917s I saw celebrated at Goodwood, the badge proudly sewn into the mechanics’ overalls?

Not with that engine it doesn’t. Not with those chassis dynamics. Not with that steering. The Macan Turbo does Dr Ferdinand’s marque proud.

It’s more worthy of the badge than the Cayenne because its relatively compact size keeps it sporty, both in its handling and silhouette. In many ways it feels like a stretched hot hatch, albeit one with the engine of a proper Porsche. It’s the best of all worlds.

What threatens Porsche with mainstream status are the non-turbo Macan, Cayenne and Panamera, for they lack the trousers. At HK$689,000, the standard Macan looks much the same; most people will never know the difference.

But 252bhp and 6.7 seconds to get to 100km/h are not sporty enough. That is suburban, which is likely its destination. I’d venture it’s really an Audi Q5 in drag.

In fact, those are the underpinnings of the Macan, though two-thirds of the Porsche’s parts are unique. If you buy the Turbo, though, you are keeping the spirit of Porsche alive, not just the accountants, because it feels like and goes like a sports car—one that’s 1.63 metres high.

Once you’ve understood that, the only thing you need to get your head around is the name. How should one pronounce Macan?

In the UK people tend to say Mack-ann, which doesn’t sound terribly sophisticated, and if overheard at a dinner party could be confused for Renault Megane, which would see your social status plummet. Porsche, at least the German end, pronounces it Mackharn, which sounds rather affected to my ear, like people who say parster instead of pasta.

But the name is derived from that of an Indonesian tiger. And a chum of mine who knows a lot about Indonesian tigers (we all have friends like this, surely) tells me it’s pronounced Match-ann.

Looking down the model list, here’s how it goes: There’s the Mack-ann, the Mack-harn S, and the Match-ann Turbo, because the top of the range is a real beast. And regardless of the pimp specification, it’s also the only model that can hold its own at the Goodwood Members’ Meeting.

(Text by: Adam Hay-Nicholls)

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