From Umbria, towards obsession.

Spendthrift was born in 2013 in the Umbrian hills, as a private vision.

In 2024, that vision becomes more urgent, more intimate, more profound.

Spendthrift Parfum is born: not a line of fragrances, but a collection of olfactory memories.

Not perfumes to wear. Memories to cherish.

They are invisible obsessions, sewn between the notes.

Memories that return. That never leave you.

That cling to your skin and never let go.

This is how the Scent Memory Collection took shape: three cities, three stories, three elegant wounds.

EPHEMERAL – Milan

A sweet and dangerous scent.

Vanilla and caramel intertwined like a recently faded catwalk.

Milan is the moment before it disappears.

The scent of those who know that beauty doesn't last long, and live it as if it were the last time.

“Beauty is made up to last a moment.”

MOMIJI – Tokyo

A silence that speaks.

A journey into the red forests of Japan, among moss, resin, and forgotten rituals.

Momiji is contemplation, it is slowness, it is depth.

“Moss holds the words you don’t say.”

BLIND BARBER – New York

Smoke, leather, clandestine whiskey.

A hidden barbershop, a hoarse voice, a clear cut between what you are and what you show.

New York is rebellious, excessive, alive.

“New York smells of leather, smoke, and secrets.”

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In 2025, Tracce Invisibili was born:

from what I have not seen, but what I have heard.
From what I didn't photograph, but which remained stuck between my skin and my memory.

Two cities.
Two long sighs that never stopped coming back.

ROME — ETERNAL

Rome is not remembered: it is passed through.
Every time different, every time the same, every time deeper.
His imprint is not an image: it is a smell of shadows, stone, sacred smoke.

Here I learned that memory is not fragile:
it's a temple.
And every temple has a scent that cannot be explained, only carried.

ETERNAL is this:
the trace that Rome leaves when no one is looking.

PARIS — MINEFIELD

Paris is not light: it is waiting.
It's the promise that shines in the eyes before a fashion show,
a missed kiss in the Marais,
one wrong step that sets everything on fire.

In her perfect beauty there is always something that explodes.
Creativity, desire, fears, returns.
It's an emotional minefield—
but it's impossible not to go back.

MINEFIELD is the scent of what Paris left me:
silences, sparks, and a love that never learned to walk slowly.

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Every fragrance comes from a place, but tells a story that you too may have experienced.

A smell you know, but can't explain.

A thought you can't get out of your head.

They all start from one point: Umbria.

And from there, they travel.

In time, in the senses, in memories.

And they never come back.

True luxury is memory made visible.

Federico Cancelli

Founder