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How to design a dream?

Simple but indescribable, definite and yet inexpressible, distinct but yet indecipherable. A unique experience for anyone who owns it, an unforgettable memory for anyone who sees it.

Fergus Niland
Fergus Niland


Creative Director

How is a jersey like this conceived?

I don't think it can be explained. It's both simple and complicated; when you visit Santini you understand that cycling is everything, it's entwined in every part of our company, our way of thinking. After all, cycling is my whole life too. And maybe even more.

A handmade

Handmade in Italy, tested with the help of champions.

The Santini Maillot Jaune is the result of over 50 years of experience, utilizing the absolute avant-garde of eco-sustainable technical fabrics, rendering a fit that is inimitable. Because when something is immortal, there is no distinction between past and future.

Rosita Zanchi
Rosita Zanchi


Stitching department Director

They call me teacher, but I learn something every day from everyone in my team. A group of passionate artisans. I've worked here for 34 years and the goal of the people around me has never changed: quality always comes first. Thanks to this jersey, every single person who works here will become part of cycling folklore. After all, only the Maillot Jaune has this kind of impact.

100% cycling

Here in Santini we've always believed in this sport.

It's in our DNA, our minds, our legs. The legendary stories, we know off by heart every stretch of tarmac that they ride on, and every jersey that they wear.

Santini Family
Santini Family


  • PIETRO SANTINI - Founder
  • PAOLA SANTINI - Marketing Director

Before anything, we all share one passion: cycling. It's at the very core of our company, because only following your passion leads to innovation, efficiency, uniqueness, and finally excellence. The yellow jersey for us signifies something truly immortal. Immortal, just as our passion is for cycling. The start of everything, without an end.

Men Collection
  • Yellow Men
  • Green Men
  • Red Men
  • White Men
  • Yellow Women
  • Green Women
  • Red Women
  • White Women
  • 14 ott. 2021


    Emilio Previtali

    Emilio Previtali

    A man with a passion for cycling, triathlons and writing in equal measure, Emilio Previtali was once a professional skier and mountaineer. He has done Telemark and snowboarded on some of the world’s highest mountains and is managing editor of Rouleur Italia. At 54, he still regularly and unashamedly shaves his legs. He also hopes to one day ski Everest and do the Ironman in Hawaii.

    After years spent sewing literally thousands of jerseys for the cycling greats, her fondest memory is of the Pirate. Rosita Zanchi tells us her story and how proud she is to feel a part of the company

    Every single time I arrive at the Santini offices and facility, I feel like I have come into a world apart. And I adore it. I like introducing myself at the entrance and idly gazing at the things displayed in the hall then as I wait the few minutes for the person I am there to meet. Along with framed cycling jerseys from the past hung on the walls like artworks, these include an original Bianchi bike belonging to Marco Pantani and one of Bernard Hinault’s first Looks with carbon tubes from the days he was racing under the Vie Claire colours.

    I am here to talk to Rosita Zanchi, an employee and the company’s living memory bank. I go up to the showroom and I have a coffee with Paola Santini who keeps me company while I wait. In Italy, every business meeting begins with a coffee. They tell me Rosita is on her way up from the production department. They ask me to make myself comfortable in the showroom and I sit on one of the sofas there. I get out my notebook and my recorder. I am ready to listen.

    I hear a door open behind me on the other side of the huge showroom followed by the jingle of a bunch of keys and the sound of footsteps rapidly approaches. Here she is. Rosita. “Nice to meet you!” We exchange hellos, our smiles hidden by our masks as we bump elbows.