2025 Aston Martin DB12 Volante

By A.Giron | May 19, 2025

Every trip to Miami is special. It’s not just about the warm breeze brushing in from the ocean or the glow of the sun on white sand. It’s the food, the colors, the sounds—the fusion of cultures that creates a rhythm you can’t find anywhere else. Miami disconnects you from the routine and reconnects you with something deeper: inspiration. It’s a city where beauty lives on every corner and where creativity rides shotgun.

This time, that creative spark had four wheels and a handcrafted leather interior. When I picked up the 2025 Aston Martin DB12 Volante at Fort Lauderdale Airport, I wasn’t just handed the key to a car—I was handed the key to an experience.

From the first glance, the DB12 Volante stuns. The Podium Green paint reflected the Florida sky like it had swallowed a slice of the ocean. The Saddle Tan semi-aniline leather interior felt like it had been designed just for me. Even parked, the DB12 radiated charisma.

I drove toward Miami with the top down and the Bowers & Wilkins sound system scoring the journey. On I-95, the DB12 was serene in GT mode, its 671-horsepower twin-turbo V8 delivering a refined confidence. Then came the switch to Sport+—and the beast awoke. The exhaust growled, the chassis tensed, and the Volante transformed from cruiser to conqueror.

Wynwood Walk: Four Murals, One Machine, and a City That Paints with Soul

Miami isn’t just where you drive—it’s where your journey gets dressed in color. And nowhere is that more alive than in Wynwood, the city’s living, breathing gallery of creativity. The Aston Martin DB12 Volante, wrapped in Podium Green, didn’t just fit into the scene. It became part of the exhibit.

The first stop: a mural of a woman whose beauty is framed by a blooming red rose. Half of her face is obscured by the flower, the other pierced by light and color. It was a moment of soft power—feminine, fierce, timeless. The Aston Martin badge, gleaming in the sunlight below it, mirrored that spirit: strength with elegance, presence without noise. This was no coincidence. It was harmony between art and design.

Just a few streets over, the tone shifted to something even more powerful. A towering Kamala Harris mural stood proud, a golden crown painted above her head. Surrounding her, grayscale portraits of generations past—faces of movement, history, and strength. To her left, the iconic LOVE mural, bold in contrast, modern in its simplicity. Below both stood the DB12 Volante like a sculpture made of velocity and intention. It felt like a bridge—linking identity and aspiration with beauty and performance.

Around the corner, another mural stopped me. A young girl, face painted in tribal patterns, looked out with wisdom far beyond her years. The Aston Martin, parked beneath her gaze, took on a new energy—less about speed, more about story. As I stood back, the lines of the car and the arcs of the mural’s colors danced in sync. It wasn’t just a backdrop. It was a statement: this is what freedom looks like when it’s painted… and when it’s driven.

Finally, as I turned a corner, I found serenity in the surreal. A celestial goddess floated across a black wall, draped in transparent cloth, reaching toward a glowing moon. Her figure, elegant and ethereal, hovered just above the Volante’s rear fender. The mural suggested weightlessness. The car—an object of power—echoed that illusion. Sitting under her, it didn’t feel like the DB12 was parked. It felt like it was levitating.

In that hour, with those four murals, the Aston Martin DB12 Volante wasn’t a car.

It was part of the art.

An Unexpected Journey to surprise my Tita Belen

Saturday brought something even more personal. I set the DB12’s navigation north to surprise my aunt. She’s a graceful woman, full of wisdom and memories, someone who’s seen a lot but hadn’t yet seen this.

When I pulled into her driveway, her eyes widened. “That’s your car?” she asked. I smiled. “It’s ours today.” Watching her step into the Volante—first with hesitation, then with poise—was a moment I’ll never forget.

We drove to a local restaurant, her laughter carried by the wind, her elegance magnified by the surroundings. People stared. One passerby whispered, “Is she your sugar momma?” We burst into laughter. But the truth is, in that car, she wasn’t just my aunt—she was a queen. And the DB12 was her royal carriage.

This car has no age limit. It doesn’t exclude. It elevates. It gives anyone—young or old—the feeling that they’re part of something iconic.

Conclusion: A Story Written in Speed, Sunlight, and Soul

The Aston Martin DB12 Volante isn’t just a car I drove through Miami—it became the narrative thread that wove every moment together. From the first ignition at Fort Lauderdale Airport to the last stretch of asphalt on the drive back from West Palm, this vehicle didn’t just transport—it transformed. It turned a typical weekend into something cinematic, something memorable, something uniquely mine.

It was there when art came alive in Wynwood—when murals of powerful women, painted in towering scale, met their match in a handcrafted British grand tourer gleaming in Podium Green. It was there when I surprised my aunt, a woman of wisdom and grace, and shared with her the kind of joy and wonder that few machines can inspire. In the DB12 Volante, she didn’t just ride—she shined. People smiled, asked questions, and assumed she was the one behind the wheel. And honestly, in that moment, she was.

But beyond the beauty, beyond the photos and murals and glances from strangers, lies what truly makes the DB12 Volante remarkable: its ability to deliver emotion through engineering. A 671-horsepower V8 that purrs or roars depending on your mood. A driving experience that morphs between grand touring serenity and exhilarating sport with a simple switch of drive modes. A cabin that wraps you in craftsmanship while keeping your heartbeat tethered to the road. The DB12 Volante doesn’t just compete with Bentley or Ferrari—it speaks a different language entirely. One of balance. One of style. One of soul.

To drive this Aston Martin in a city like Miami is to realize that some experiences can’t be replicated. This car is not for everyone—and that’s precisely what makes it special. It’s for those who understand that luxury is not about excess, but about intention. That power should be beautiful. And that every great story needs the right setting, and the right companion. For me, that story was Miami. That companion was the DB12 Volante.

And that memory?
That memory is forever.