The Mangusta 92 was made for the stretch of coast between Monaco and Saint-Tropez, and she looks the part in her black hull the moment she clears the harbour. Twenty-eight metres of sporting intent, she turns a passage between anchorages into something you look forward to rather than sit through.
Open the throttles and she moves, reaching toward thirty-seven knots with the composure that has long defined the yard. Ease off and the same boat becomes a wide, sociable platform for the afternoon. The aft deck sets up for lunch in the shade, the foredeck opens to the sun, and the swim platform puts the sea a single step away.
Below, four cabins welcome up to eight guests, led by a full-beam master that runs the width of the hull and fills with light through generous windows. The saloon carries the same clean, contemporary hand, a calm counterpoint to the pace outside. A crew of three keeps the rhythm easy from morning swim to evening return.
For the active, the jet skis and Seabob are ready whenever the anchor drops, turning a quiet bay into an afternoon of its own. For everyone else, there is simply the pleasure of good company, warm teak underfoot and the Riviera drifting past.
She reads as a day boat with the reach of something larger, at home racing the light to Pampelonne or holding still off a Monaco cove. The only question is which way to point her.
