Considering the car trouble I'm currently having (yes, still), this is a very dangerous discovery.
It might just be the most beautiful car I've ever seen. Right now, offer me a Jaguar, a Mercedes, a Porsche, even a cooler-than-cool Alfa Romeo, and I'd very probably turn it down in favour of an Orla-fied Citroen (the stem-spot version, if you please).
I'm sort of hoping they don't have any hanging around when I drop our poor, sick Picasso off at the Citroen garage next week. If I see one in real life, I may just be forced to sell a kidney, rather than leave without it.