By Jay Khan, August 19, 2025
The nature is provided by a naturally aspirated V12, the lighting by three electric motors—all combining to forge the Lamborghini Fenomeno. It is an automotive legacy gazing toward a future yet to be written: a modern-day automotive Frankenstein, powered by petroleum, ancient sunlight captured, compressed and preserved over millions of years.
The lighting itself breathes life into the ancient. Bound with three electric guardians, the V12 awakens—unleashing 1,065 bhp, soaring to 10,000 rpm. At full cry, the Fenomeno does not merely rev; it screams and sings, its voice a hymn of fire and thunder carried across the horizon.
And the numbers, though earthly, echo like prophecy. The Fenomeno stands as Lamborghini’s fastest chariot yet: from silence to 62 mph in just 2.4 seconds, to 124 mph in a fleeting 6.4 seconds. For those bold enough to embrace its fury, the summit lies at 214 mph—a speed where courage itself is tested against the wind.
The lightning itself grants 242 bhp, empowering the hybrid heart to eclipse the Revuelto’s—a vessel from which the Fenomeno draws its lineage—by 50 bhp. Its 7 kWh battery is no mere source of range; it is the pulse of life, the anchor of stability, the invisible force that allows the Fenomeno to breathe fire and summon lightning with every thundering roar.
Manually adjustable suspension grants mastery over the analogue, while the latest-generation carbon-ceramic brakes banish brake fade, commanding the car’s fury with unerring precision. The Fenomeno cleaves through the air, its aerodynamic shrouds binding it to the earth as if gravity itself pays homage to its will.
This is no common machine. Limited to just 29 sacred examples, each bearing a price of $2 million, the Fenomeno was revealed at the 74th Annual Pebble Beach Concours d’Elegance—a stage worthy of its legend, where the wealth of empires waits to pledge fealty in ink and check.
Yet, even legends may slumber. Most of the 29 will rarely unleash their fire and lightning, confined to climate-controlled sanctuaries, resting in luxury as silent monuments to power—a fate befitting all one-off creations destined for immortality rather than the open road.