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Agua de Loewe
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Loewe Agua de Loewe is an aromatic woody fragrance for men and women. Launched in 2000, this composition was created by perfumer Olivier Cresp. Its opening unfolds notes of yuzu, bergamot, tangerine orange, and rosewood. The heart reveals a harmony of tea, spicy notes, and white pepper, while the base settles on cedar, white musk, sandalwood, and amber.
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A rich, very, very citrusy fragrance. I bought it when I was young, never knew why the lotion was identified as for men and women; I would buy it again only if it were clearly defined as such.
A fairly fruity opening highlighting yuzu and sandalwood. For a brief moment it reminded me of portions of Calvin Klein’s Escape or some Issey Miyake fragrance, perhaps the Eau pour Homme. Upon application, the citrus notes continue with a potent tea note, plus other spices. At 4 hours, I sensed soft woody notes. At the 8-hour mark, I detected musk, cedar, and perhaps other woods. The fragrance has moderate-to-low sillage and lasted more than 8 hours, but I used the entire sample (about 2ml). The last hours were more skin-scented. Its orientation is frankly summery and daytime. As a unisex, I felt it was well-balanced. Regarding price-quality ratio, I can’t comment as I tested a sample vial and the Loewe brand doesn’t reach my country.
It starts quite fruity with yuzu and sandalwood. For a moment, it reminded me of Calvin Klein’s Escape or one of Issey Miyake’s scents. As it develops, the citrus adds a potent tea note along with other spices. By the 4-hour mark, I could already feel soft woods. At the 8-hour mark, it’s all about musk, cedar, and more woods. The trail is moderate to low, but it lasted over 8 hours, even though I used the entire sample (about 2ml). The last few hours clung to the skin. It’s super summery and daytime, and as a unisex scent, it’s well-balanced. I can’t comment on the price since I only tested a sample and the brand Loewe isn’t available in my country.
It’s a very fresh cologne thanks to the citrus opening and the tea note, but after just a few minutes, that spiced tea note becomes unbearable for me. It feels very unpleasant and boring to me.
It’s a cologne that is undoubtedly very fresh, thanks to the citrus and tea notes, but after a few minutes that spiced tea note becomes unbearable for me. It seems very unpleasant and boring to me.
It’s the only fragrance I tolerate on the hottest days. Sometimes I see a certain resemblance to CK One by Calvin Klein, but much more subtle and less overwhelming. The citrus opening is acidic but not too intense and evolves gently on my skin, allowing soft woody notes to linger for 6 or 7 hours. When we travel in summer, it’s the only fragrance my partner and I bring, as we both wear it.
It’s the only one that holds up in the middle of summer heat. It reminds me a bit of CK One, but much more subtle and not overwhelming. The citrus opening is sharp but not intrusive, evolving softly into woody notes that last 6 to 7 hours. In the summer, my partner and I only wear this because it suits both of us perfectly.
Citrus bomb, a beautiful fragrance that lasts over 8 hours on me.
A fragrance miracle. With very few (if any) have I received so many compliments as with this one, and it’s one of my favorites for years. I find it very versatile, fresh, and not intrusive at all, so in enclosed spaces you won’t overwhelm or bother anyone. In fact, I don’t know anyone who has told me the scent is unpleasant or they can’t handle it. Ideal for everyday wear as a signature fragrance, and if the projection and longevity were a bit better, it would be a 10. That said, on my skin it lasts 5 hours without any issues. For me, a definite 9.5.
It’s a fragrance that people love, discreet yet very comfortable and considerate of others. I think that last point is what makes people like it. It’s like telling others ‘I care about you and I dressed up for the joy of both of us’.
This Loewe Eau falls within the orbit of CK One and Eau d’Issey, with yuzu taking center stage. While Issey can be sharp and CK One is short-lived and chaotic, this is well-constructed, smells finer, and is more harmonious and pleasant. It opens strong with yuzu and bergamota, then the tea becomes refreshing and the spices have just enough potency to stand out without being intrusive. The base notes rest on a slightly sweet bed. Longevity is average—below Issey but above CK One; if over-applied, it lasts about 6 hours. I see this as eminently for summer. I don’t personally love this type of fresh scent, but it’s the best and most wearable of the ones mentioned. I prefer fresher scents like Eau de Rochas or Burberry’s Weekend. Au revoir!
Absolutely gorgeous, my daily fragrance… just like Paula Ibiza, it exudes dignity, simplicity, and good taste without a doubt. The best part is my husband can wear it too =), it’s a dressing room fragrance for both of us. Personally, I feel it’s very similar to ‘A mi aire’ by Loewe, but honestly, I prefer the Agua.
What a great Loewe Agua! I’m surprised it’s not more popular because it has it all: versatility, longevity, and sillage. It has such a simple yet delightful citrus scent that I don’t think it goes unnoticed or that anyone would dislike it. For me, it’s the improved and more elegant evolution of L’eau d’Issey.
A fresh, comforting cologne for hot days. The scent quality is excellent, featuring a yuzu blended with woods that recalls Issey Miyake’s L’Eau d’Issey Pour Homme (in my opinion), though this is a citrus softened by synthetic white musk that lasts from start to finish. It’s unisex, but on my skin, a bergamot note stands out beautifully. A bergamot mixed with fresh tea gives it a slight feminine touch. The fragrance is harmonious, never losing its soft velvet texture despite being citrusy and functional. Stunning for work for men or women with a classic style—shirt and trousers, preferably with some age. I don’t see it for young people, though very classic youth might pull it off. Performance is good. The downside is the price: it’s expensive for what it offers. There are cheaper similar colognes, but it has an exclusive touch. On my skin, I notice it’s slightly sweeter than when it first launched, likely due to the prominent bergamot. For extroverted men and women who want a perfume that doesn’t bother but is appreciated. Pity that Loewe bottles have lost their personality; they’re all the same now and confuse customers, just like with Guerlain. It seems low investment and higher profit margins rule now. What a shame.
Reminds me of DG’s Masculine, now discontinued, and Ferrari Red.
Wow, what a great scent! It feels much more natural than CK One (they share about 50-60% of the notes) and has an incredible musk that makes it a joy to wear. It starts with high-quality citrus and a hint of pepper for the first hour, then gives way to an amazing tea blend with floral spices. Over time, that rich base of musk and amber emerges, with a woody touch that adds sophistication. It’s packed with quality and almost everyone will like it.
Amazing! Much more natural than CK One (they share 50-60% of the notes) and packed with a huge amount of musk that makes it incredibly delicious. Starts with quality citrus that holds up well with a hint of pepper for the first hour. Then it transitions into an incredible tea accord with spicy floral notes. Over time, that rich base of musk and amber emerges, with a slightly woody touch that elevates it. It’s full of quality and almost everyone will love it.
A Loewe classic. Develops as a quality cologne with a refreshing blend of green tea and citrus, accented with wood and spices. As @AndresSaa says, it reminds me of CK One but feels more natural. Moderate trail and 7 hours on my skin. Completely unisex; maybe my partner likes it more, but I use it too. I wear it occasionally to refresh after a shower in summer or after a workout. It was a gift we enjoyed as a couple. Since citrus isn’t my favorite, I won’t repurchase, but it’s a solid option in this category. Scent 6/10, Longevity 7/10, Sillage 7/10, Value 6/10, Versatility 5/10, Packaging 6.5/10. Would I buy again? No.
Sure. Whenever it’s not Oliver Cresp behind the perfumes I like. I have to admit, it smells very much like water and tea to me. I wouldn’t buy it, but it’s pleasant. The longevity is pretty weak.
Basically a modernized version of CK One. 8/10.
Loewe Agua… a fresh, subtle fragrance that stays with you from start to finish. Opens with juicy tangerine and bergamot, since the heart note is bergamot blossom. It’s unisex, but suits a woman better. Lasts 5-6 hours with a low sillage, enough for your personal bubble. If you’re looking to stay fresh and crisp at home, this is Loewe Agua. PS: for personal enjoyment.
Smells like a blend of CK One (just at the start), L’Eau d’Issey Pour Homme (in my opinion), and a touch of Aqua di Giò. Fresh and clean. My humble take.
Clean, classy scent, like just out of the shower. My mom used the old version 15 years ago, so I bought it back out of nostalgia; we both love it, and I wear it occasionally. It’s pricey for a freshie, but worth having. Works for all seasons, though in cold weather I prefer stronger scents. Perfect right after a shower.
Simple, fresh, distinguished. It sounds like an alias for a bank account, but no, it’s a modest description of one of the biggest and most representative perfumes from the Loewe house. I recommend buying it blind (deaf and mute too; anosmics should abstain). It’s an ace up the sleeve for any occasion. According to the experts, it’s the perfume that guarantees the most compliments among men, women, and all the letters of the LGBTQ alphabet… They say it resembles One. I think it’s a bit cuter and longer-lasting than the iconic CK unisex.
Loewe Agua is a citrus, herbal, and musky fragrance. Its opening is fresh and sparkling, smelling of lemon and bergamot. Then it increases the presence of an aromatic herb accord and becomes more powdery or dusty, but without losing freshness. Reaching the dry-down phase, the scent becomes musky and slightly woody, but always maintains freshness and energy. It’s a classic-style fragrance for daytime use, casual outings, school, country days, etc. Excellent for spring and summer, and without exclusive use between men and women. Its longevity is regular, lasting between 6 and 7 hours, with good sillage for the first hour, but then it drops to skin scent. Being the owner of Agua Hombre, I see that the original has influences on that fragrance. I like Agua Hombre a bit more, but this is also an excellent option for hot days.
Simple, fresh, distinguished. It sounds like the alias of a bank account, but no, it’s a modest description of one of the greatest and most representative fragrances from the Loewe house. I recommend buying it blind (deaf and mute too; anosmatics abstain). It’s an ace up the sleeve for any occasion. According to the experts, it’s the fragrance that guarantees the most compliments among men, women, and all letters of the LGBTQ alphabet… They say this fragrance resembles the One. I think it’s a bit more handsome and longer-lasting than the iconic unisex from the CK house.
Oh, that yuzu! On my nose, this fragrance is yuzu, yuzu, and more yuzu (and tea, pepper, and cedar). It’s the pretty sister of CK One, which feels less friendly to me. Loewe Agua is a bit sharp, but elegant and clean. From apparent simplicity, it hides a seasoned heart of spicy mischief that is soothed by the warmth of amber and my beloved cedar. More fragrances like this; we need to fight the invasion of perfumes that smell like bakery!
Oh, that yuzu! On my nose, it’s yuzu, yuzu, and more yuzu (plus tea, pepper, and cedar). It’s the cool sister of CK One, which I find less pleasant. Loewe Agua de is a bit sharp, but elegant and clean. Behind its apparent simplicity lies a seasoned heart of spices that calms down with the warmth of amber and my favorite cedar. More scents like this, please! We need to fight the invasion of perfumes that smell like pastries.
Very pleasant and convenient fragrance for heat or warm places, though it feels good at any time. It’s like a fresh meadow in spring. Its performance is good, although I would like it to be a bit more intense. Predominant citrus and fresh notes with a musky and spicy base. 100% recommended!
I bought it looking for a modern version of One and was disappointed. On my nose, it’s just lemon and pepper, and little more, because it’s not very long-lasting. It’s a pleasant but harsh and masculine scent. I wouldn’t buy it again.
25 years since its launch, and Loewe Agua is still a massive unisex fragrance, fresh, clean, and striking. It remains current for daily life in 2025. It doesn’t resemble CK One as much, though they follow the same style. Agua is much more robust, cleaner, better assembled, and higher quality in its ingredients; nothing is harsh. It’s also less floral in the heart than CK One, and perhaps for that reason, although totally unisex, it leans slightly towards the masculine side, but it’s still totally usable (and used a lot) by women. I think it’s better balanced than Agua Hombre, which is also great. Maybe the secret of this Agua lies in its supreme-quality musks that wrap around and give meaning to all the other notes. Although it declares yuzu in the top, it doesn’t resemble L’eau d’Issey at all, which is much sharper, more citrusy, and floral; they go down different paths. Agua is super versatile, neat, and has a certain prestige; it works all year round but is also very stimulating for the heat. It has a special ‘something’ that makes the opening energizing and wraps you in a good vibe. It remains original, and I’ve received many compliments wearing it. Eminently daytime. Performance is acceptable, better than CK One, with good initial projection, then a well-perceptible bubble until the fifth or sixth hour (if over-applying) before it fades, though close to the skin it remains delicious. On my skin, it gives a great sillage and works in bursts for the first two hours; waiters have asked me when I entered cafes. Then it softens; for this type of scent, I can’t ask for more. On sale and well-priced in Spain, so it’s highly recommended. Salu2
August 2000. I see her leaning against the car, facing the sea. She waves goodbye, the wind lifting her hair, her smile drawing a triangle beneath her glasses. Hot pink top, piercings, long legs… We spent three days in dive bars, drinking Licor 43 and Dexedrine. The best moments were smoking on the terrace listening to the waves. Now she gets in the car and her boyfriend drives her away. I hear ‘Give Me Back My Life,’ and most importantly, I can still smell her: clean, citrusy, floral, and spicy. That scent floated in the air, and she was gone. I suspect I just saw her more beautiful than ever, and I know I’ll never see her again. I know that scent because I saw the bottle in her vanity and loved watching her apply it with joy. That fresh scent colored everything she touched with a fiery energy. The bottle, curved like an upside-down champagne flute, only released good things. The bitter yuzu gave a distinct twist to a start that could have been classic, keeping that radiant spark even as the herbal, almost tea-like drydown faded into peaceful zen. It was the perfect perfume for her insulting youth, 22 years old, just like me, for her joy and her zest for life, and for how happy I felt with her, even if it was just two minutes. It was the scent I felt intensely on the second day of that summer, when we got home almost at dawn and lay down in bed. Without knowing how, a tickle fight started that ended with us very close, sensing something was about to happen. But she got up, went to the bathroom, and then fell asleep. The next day, neither of us said anything. Even though it made me sad to hear Sonia and Selena’s song and see her so calm at the club while I wanted nothing more than to dance. She had been my friend for three years, and when she left, I thought the final drop had overflowed the cup. Her boyfriend had money, and I was barely finishing my degree, skipping classes and hanging out in the red-light district, pretending to be a bohemian and dreaming of being a writer. Something clicked at the end of that summer: I passed my classes and found a job at a publishing house. She called me from time to time, but hearing her voice hit my stomach, and in the end, I didn’t even pick up the phone. Time passed. I forgot her almost as much as my dream literary career, but I never stopped the habit of dousing myself in Loewe Agua at the perfumeries because there was something very beautiful in that scent that surpassed the bitter memories. July 2018. I scroll through my Facebook posts and get a message. I recognize the name. It’s her. I haven’t heard from her in a long time. They told me she married her boyfriend, but I don’t have any friends from back then anymore. She says she has good memories and maybe we could meet up. I check her profile: there’s only one photo of a mountain landscape. I think it might be a joke, but her writing style is unmistakable. We talked all week, exchanged numbers. In her WhatsApp photo, it’s the same landscape. She tells me she works as a teacher in a small town, has a son, and is divorced. We meet on a Friday at an Italian restaurant in the center. I arrive early and check that it’s neither too intimate nor too casual. It’s right in the middle: you can do whatever you want. Waiters in shirts and vests, exposed brick walls, lamps with lots of plastic, and instrumental music of past hits. My life had gone through a long pause after a five-year relationship and a failed business. Getting back into publishing had been slow: paying off debts and having fleeting encounters on dating apps. Her sudden appearance is an unexpected plot twist in my movie. I finish my drink, order another, and hear her ‘hello.’ She comes out from behind me and sits down, apologizing for being late. As she sits, a gust of air charged with that magical bitter citrus scent hits me. I smile as a truce to process it. Undoubtedly, it’s her, recognizable after so many years, with shorter hair, the same triangular smile, and that scent that leaves her memory just as the waves leave shells. But the anticipation finds no space. Maybe it’s the bags under her eyes, the wrinkles around her lips, or those wide arms of her white blouse. Maybe her image was fossilized in her best youthful version, and now I’ve only understood that time passes for everyone. As if she read my mind, she says: ‘Wow, you look exactly the same, you haven’t changed at all!’ ‘Neither have you,’ I say, underlining my hypocrisy with that stupid smile that’s already on the line of discomfort. I hurry to change the subject. We order wine, appetizers, and the conversation is pleasant. She smiles easily at everything, and I notice the tobacco has taken its toll on her teeth. She still makes her gesture of fixing her hair and arching her back, but the effect is different: now it doesn’t stand out on a fresh body, but is something large among other large things. She tells me she lives in the same town, hence the photo. They broke up because they had separate lives and became strangers. Her son is a teenager, and they have him Monday through Friday and alternating weekends. She speaks with a Catalan accent she never had before, and it seems forced. She drinks quickly; the second course hasn’t arrived, and the bottle is almost empty. The line of her mustache is sweaty, and behind the makeup, her face doesn’t hide obvious exhaustion—not the kind of someone who works hard, but someone who let it pass, and it has become an unwanted tenant. ‘Before my divorce, I had a story with a professor. I know you won’t judge me; you’ve never judged me. But my ex-husband did the same thing, and to be honest, it didn’t matter to me. Recently, I left with that man too. He didn’t behave well. But I try to be happy with myself. I focus on my work and my son, and that’s enough for now.’ She keeps talking about her role as a teacher, her students, asks about my life, and I tell her briefly. When they serve the second bottle, I remember that years ago I enjoyed anything she explained to me, I’d be happy just being by her side, but now she seems boring. Her tired eyes look at me attentively; I try to maintain a spark of spontaneity, but at dessert, I go to the bathroom and think she hasn’t had an easy time lately. Maybe she sees me as a lifeline in her fall into the void, but this meeting is just a nostalgic homage to the past. When I pay and say we could go to my place for rum, she accepts. On the background music, ‘This Crazy Life’ plays, and the alcohol no longer lets me consider intimacy, only to act. At home, things move fast. The rum glasses are half-empty, and we’re already naked in bed, kissing, wrapped in her perfume and our saliva and sweat. On the floor, her lace underwear reminds me she had planned this. She doesn’t take long to get on top of me and move her hips, first slowly, then faster. I watch her trying to feel lucky, but the more she moves, the more I imagine her as that young, smiling, beautiful, and lively girl, not the unknown person swaying her hips while holding my arms. Then she lifts her chin, and I notice a long, twisted, dark hair sticking out of her shaved pubis, which managed to survive the razor and despite everything seems ashamed to have found me there, against her will. Soon after, I smoke a cigarette while she rests on my chest, and I can’t help but ask: ‘Do you remember that summer?’ ‘Which summer?’ she asks, pulls away, turns over, and falls asleep in seconds. I finish the cigarette, crush it, and contemplate her silhouette. Within reach is the dream of hugging her, caressing her hair, and kissing her back tenderly, and for a few seconds I’m tempted until I realize that what I would have given everything for before, I simply don’t feel like doing now. The next morning, we have breakfast; she seems happy, and I try to handle the threat of a ruthless hangover. After she leaves, she sends a message in the afternoon saying she had a great time and that we could do it again. I reply politely that of course, but what I truly feel, perhaps affected by the headache, is that some of that exhaustion I perceived in her has also settled inside me, and I wouldn’t want to let it happen again. It’s very likely that new meeting will never happen. I arrive home very tired, with no desire to sleep. Before getting into bed, I wash my face, and the mirror reflects a horrible appearance. I lie on the mattress, and when I turn to my side, the pillow surprises me; first it agitates me, then it dissolves into thoughts until the benzodiazepines take effect. Because the pillow smells like her. Like Loewe Agua. But it’s no longer that spicy, energetic, herbal scent; it has settled into the fabric as it dried. Now there’s a blend of musk and sandalwood that covers the bitterness of the yuzu and the elegant ways of the tea with a layer of beauty and mystery that passes millennia hidden in a crypt until an explorer discovers it. It’s a fascinating conclusion: there are my youth times, in that corner she is dancing and smiling, magnetic, and there I am melting when I see her and rushing to her calls; there are those years when I wanted to be a writer and, above all, wanted her to be with me, smooth as new bills, white as unopened notebook pages. Loewe Agua is not just a fresh and citrusy perfume from her era, but a scent designed to evolve and end up in that resplendent garden where the true resides. It’s a scent that intrudes into your interior and adheres to your memories; everything gets mixed, and there is no end, no resignation, no exhaustion, because those things actually never die.
I came in to read reviews of this Loewe Agua and stumbled upon a love story. Not only did I realize I wanted to buy it, but I also wanted to read more stories like this.
100% unisex. Easy, fresh, with a twist that makes it unique. Good longevity for a citrus scent. Perfect as a signature scent if you don’t want to overthink it or raise eyebrows.
Feels like a 90s romantic comedy: spark, cheekiness, and pure optimism. It puts a smile on my face and makes me want to relive those moments. Totally in love with it.