The dry, hollow howl of a 330bhp V6 is being sucked into the snow laying heavy on the ground and clinging to every branch. Inside the car, I can hear the engine working hard, responding to every tiny change in throttle input, but if you caught a glimpse of the bright red coupe in the distance it would be just a ball of motion, the car jinking and sliding, obviously moving at speed and drawing deep into its composure, but never making a sound. The Infiniti G37S, with the help of God’s own cold, white mute button, is sneaking up on something – and we’re here to find out just what that something is…

First a history lesson.