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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. In its opening, the fragrance 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, extremely citrusy fragrance. I bought it when I was very young; I never understood why the lotion was marketed as unisex. I would only repurchase it 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 perhaps an Issey Miyake fragrance, maybe the Eau pour Homme. Upon application, the citrus notes persist, joined by a potent tea accord and other spices. After four hours, I detected soft woody notes. By the eighth hour, there was musk, cedar, and perhaps other woods. The fragrance has a moderate-to-low sillage and lasted over eight hours, though I used the entire sample (around 2ml). The final hours were more skin-scented. It’s undeniably summery and daytime. As a unisex, I found it well-balanced. Regarding value for money, I cannot comment as I tested a single swatch and the brand Loewe isn’t available in my country.
It starts quite fruity with the yuzu and sandalwood. For a moment, it reminded me of Calvin Klein’s Escape or one of Issey Miyake’s scents. Upon application, the citrus adds a potent tea and other spices. After four hours, I could already detect soft woods. By the eighth hour, it was musk, cedar, and more woods. The trail is moderate to low and lasted over eight hours, although I used the entire sample (around 2ml). The last 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 as I tried a sample and the brand Loewe isn’t available in my country.
It’s undoubtedly a very fresh cologne, thanks to the citrus and tea notes, but within minutes that spiced tea becomes unbearable for me. I find it quite unpleasant and boring.
It’s a very fresh cologne thanks to the citrus opening and the tea, but after a few minutes, that spiced tea note becomes unbearable for me. I find it very unpleasant and boring.
It’s the only fragrance I can tolerate on the hottest days. Sometimes I detect a faint resemblance to CK One by Calvin Klein, but it’s far more subtle and less overpowering. The citrus opening is sharp yet not too intense, evolving gently on my skin to reveal soft woody notes that linger for six or seven hours. When we travel in summer, it’s the only scent my partner and I bring, as we both wear it.
It’s the only one that stands up to the heat. It reminds me a bit of CK One, but much more subtle and not overpowering. The citrus opening is sharp yet not intrusive, evolving gently into woody notes that last six or seven hours. In summer, my partner and I only wear this as it suits us both perfectly.
Citrus bomb, a lovely fragrance that lasts well over 8 hours.
A marvellous fragrance. With very few (if any) have I received so many compliments as with this one, and it’s one of my favourites for years. I find it very versatile, fresh and in no way intrusive, 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 superior, 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 towards others. I think for that last point, others appreciate it. It’s as if you’re telling others ‘I care about you and I’ve dressed up for both our enjoyment’.
Absolutely beautiful, my daily fragrance… much like Paula Ibiza, it exudes dignity, simplicity and good taste without a doubt. The best part is that my husband can wear it too =), it’s a unisex fragrance for the dressing table. Personally, I find it very similar to Loewe’s ‘A mi aire’, but frankly, I prefer the Agua.
What a wonderful Loewe Agua! I’m surprised it isn’t more popular as it has it all: versatility, longevity and a great trail. It has such a simple yet delightful citrus scent that I don’t think it will go unnoticed or be disliked by anyone. For me, it’s the improved and more elegant evolution of L’eau d’Issey.
A fresh and comforting cologne for hot days. Good quality essences, highlighting a yuzu with woods that recalls L’Eau d’Issey Miyake Pour Homme (personal opinion), but it’s a citrus softened by synthetic white musk that lasts from start to finish. It’s unisex, but on my skin it highlights a bergamot that sits very well. A bergamot mixed with fresh tea tips it slightly towards the feminine side. The fragrance is harmonious, never losing its soft velvet character even though it’s citrusy and functional. Stunning for work for a man or woman of classic style, shirt and trousers, and with a certain age. I don’t see it for young people, although if they are very classic it could suit them. The performance is good. The downside is the price: it’s expensive for what it offers. There are similar colognes cheaper, but it has that touch of exclusivity. On my skin I notice it slightly sweeter than when it launched, I think it’s due to the bergamot I perceive well. For extroverted men and women who want to wear a fragrance that doesn’t bother and is appreciated. Pity that Loewe bottles have lost their personality; now they are all the same and confuse customers, just like happened with Guerlain. Now there is little investment and more profit margin. What a shame.
This Loewe Agua is in the orbit of CK One and Eau d’Issey, with the yuzu taking the lead. While Issey can be sharp and CK lasts little and is anarchic, this is very well constructed, smells finer, is more harmonious and pleasant. It comes out strong with yuzu and bergamot, then the tea is refreshing and the spices have just enough potency to stand out without annoying. The base notes rest on a slightly sweet bed. Normal longevity, below Issey and above CK; if over-applied it lasts about 6 hours. I see it as eminently for summer. This type of fresh scent isn’t my taste, but it’s the best and most wearable of those mentioned. I prefer fresh scents like Eau de Rochas or Burberry Weekend. Au revoir!
Reminds me of the discontinued Masculine by DG and the Ferrari Red.
A Loewe classic. It develops like a quality cologne with a refreshing blend of green tea and citrus, touches of wood and spices. As @AndresSaa says, it reminds me of CK One but feels more natural. Moderate sillage and 7 hours on my skin. Completely unisex; perhaps I like it more on my partner, but I wear it too. I use it occasionally to refresh myself after a shower in summer or after sport. It was a gift we enjoyed as a couple. As citrus isn’t my favourite, I won’t buy it again, but it’s a good option for this category. Scent 6/10, Longevity 7/10, Sillage 7/10, Value for money 6/10, Versatility 5/10, Packaging 6.5/10. Would I buy it again? No.
Brilliant! It’s far more natural than CK One (sharing about 50-60% of the notes) and has a magnificent musk that makes it a joy to wear. It opens with quality citrus and a hint of pepper for the first hour, then gives way to an incredible tea blend with floral spices. Over time, that rich base of musk and amber emerges, with a woody touch that adds class. It oozes quality and almost everyone will like it.
Excellent! Much more natural than CK One (they share 50-60% of the notes) and with a huge amount of musk that makes it delightful. It starts with quality citrus that holds up well with a touch of pepper for the first hour. Then it gives way to an incredible tea accord with spiced floral notes. Over time, that base of rich musk and amber comes through, with a slightly woody touch that adds class. It oozes quality and almost everyone will like it.
Of course. Unless Oliver Cresp isn’t behind the fragrances I like. I must confess I smell a lot of water and tea. I wouldn’t buy it, but it’s pleasant. The longevity is not very significant.
Basically a modernised version of CK One. 8/10.
Loewe Agua… a fresh, subtle fragrance that stays with you from start to finish. It opens with a juicy tangerine and bergamot, as the heart note is the 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 feel fresh and neat at home, here is Loewe Agua. PS: for personal enjoyment.
Smells like a blend of CK One (just at the start), L’Eau d’Issey Miyake Pour Homme (in my opinion), and a touch of Aqua di Giò. Fresh and clean. My humble opinion.
Clean and classy scent, like straight out of the shower. My mother used the old formulation fifteen years ago, so I bought it back out of nostalgia; we both love it, and I wear it occasionally. It’s pricey for a fresh fragrance, but worth having. Suitable for all seasons, though in cold weather I prefer something more intense. Ideal after a shower.
Loewe Agua is a citrus, herbal, and musky fragrance. Its opening is fresh and sparkling, smelling of lemon and bergamot. Afterwards, it increases the presence of an aromatic herb accord and becomes more powdery or dusty, but without losing freshness. Reaching the drydown phase, the scent becomes musky and slightly woody, but always maintains freshness and energy. It is 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 afterwards it drops to skin-level. 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 seems like the alias of a bank account, but no, it is a modest description of one of the biggest and most representative perfumes of the Loewe house. I recommend buying it blind (deaf and mute too; anosmatics abstain). It is an ace up the sleeve for any occasion. According to the experts, it is the perfume that guarantees the most compliments among men, women, and all the letters of the LGBTQ alphabet… They say it resembles One. I believe it is a bit more handsome and longer-lasting than the iconic unisex of CK.
Simple, fresh, distinguished. It sounds like a bank account alias, but no—it’s a modest description of one of the house’s most iconic and representative perfumes. I recommend buying it blind (even if you’re deaf and mute; those without a sense of smell should abstain). It’s a trump card for any occasion. According to the experts, it’s the scent that garners the most compliments from men, women, and every letter of the LGBTQ alphabet. They say it resembles CK One. I believe it’s a bit more handsome and longer-lasting than the iconic unisex from Calvin Klein.
Oh, that yuzu! On my nose, it’s yuzu, yuzu, and more yuzu (plus tea, pepper, and cedar). It’s the handsome sister of CK One, which I find less agreeable. Loewe’s Eau de Toilette is a bit sharp, yet elegant and clean. Behind its apparent simplicity lies a seasoned heart of spices that settles with the warmth of amber and my favourite cedar. More fragrances like this, please; we need to fight the invasion of perfumes that smell like pastries!
Oh, that yuzu! On my nose this fragrance is yuzu, yuzu, and more yuzu (and tea, pepper, and cedar). It is the pretty sister of CK One, which I find less friendly. Loewe Agua is somewhat sharp, but elegant and clean. Of apparent simplicity, it hides a seasoned heart of the devilry of spices that is soothed by the warmth of amber and my beloved cedar. More fragrances like this, we must fight the invasion of perfumes that smell like pastries!
Very pleasant and convenient fragrance for heat or warm places, although it feels good at any time. It is 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 leaves lemon and pepper, and little else, because it is not very long-lasting. It is a pleasant but harsh and masculine scent. I would not buy it again.
25 years since its launch and Loewe Agua remains a fantastic unisex fragrance, fresh, clean, and striking. It remains current for daily life in 2025. It doesn’t resemble CK One as much, although they follow the same style. Agua is much more robust, clean, better assembled, and of higher quality in its ingredients; nothing is harsh. It is 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 remains totally usable (and is used a lot) by women. I think it is better balanced than Agua Hombre, which is also great. Perhaps the secret of this Agua lies in its supreme quality musks, which envelop and give meaning to all the other notes. Although it declares yuzu in the opening, it bears no resemblance to L’eau d’Issey, which is much sharper, more citrusy, and floral; they follow different paths. Agua is super versatile, neat, and with a certain presence; it works all year round but is also very stimulating for the heat. It has a special ‘something’ that makes the opening energising and wraps you in a good vibe. It remains original and I have received many compliments using 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) and then it fades, although close to the skin it remains delicious. On my skin it gives great sillage and works in bursts for the first two hours; waitresses have asked me when I entered cafés. Then it softens; for this type of aroma I can’t ask for much more. On offer and well-priced in Spain, so it is highly recommended. Salu2
August 2000. I see her leaning against the car, facing the sea. She says goodbye, the wind lifts her hair, and her smile draws a triangle beneath her glasses. Pink top, piercing, 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 into 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 no longer there. I suspect I just saw her more beautiful than ever and know I’ll never see her again. I know that scent because I’ve seen the bottle on her vanity and loved watching her apply it with joy. That fresh scent coloured 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 beginning that would otherwise have been classic, keeping that radiant spark even when 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 desire to live, and for how happy I felt with her, even if it were just two minutes. It was the scent I perceived intensely on the second day of that summer, when we arrived home almost at dawn and lay down in bed. Without knowing how it started, a tickle war ended with us very close together and the feeling that 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. Despite the sadness of hearing Sonia and Selena’s song and seeing 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 last drop had finally overflowed the glass. Her boyfriend had money, and I was just about to finish my degree, skipping classes and hanging around 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 exams 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 abandoned 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 receive a message. I recognise the name. It’s her. I haven’t heard from her in a long time. They told me she had married her boyfriend of a lifetime, but I no longer have friends from that era. She says she has good memories and perhaps we could meet. I check her profile: there is 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 phone numbers. In her WhatsApp photo, the same landscape appears. She tells me she works as a teacher in a small town, has a son, and is divorced. We meet for a Friday lunch at an Italian restaurant in the centre. I arrive early and check that it is neither too intimate nor casual. It is right in the middle: you can do whatever you want. Waiters in shirts and waistcoats, 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. Returning to publishing had been slow: paying debts and having fleeting encounters on dating apps. Her sudden appearance is an unexpected twist in my movie. I finish my drink, order another, and hear her ‘hello’. She comes out from behind me and sits down, apologising for being late. As she sits, she releases a gust of air charged with that bitter scent of magical citrus. I smile as a truce to process it. Undoubtedly, it is her, recognisable 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. Perhaps it is the bags under her eyes, the lines around her lips, or those wide arms of her white blouse. Perhaps her image was fossilised in her best youthful version, and now I only understand that time passes for everyone. As if she could read my mind, she says: ‘Wow, you look the same as always, you haven’t changed at all!’. ‘Neither have you’, I say, underlining my hypocrisy with that stupid smile that is already on the line of discomfort. I hurry to change the subject. We order wine, starters, and the conversation is pleasant. She smiles easily at everything, and I notice that smoking 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 separated because he and she had separate lives and became strangers. Her son is a teenager, and they have weekdays and alternating weekends. She speaks with a Catalan accent she never had before and it seems forced. She drinks quickly, hasn’t reached the second course, and the bottle is almost empty. The line of her moustache is sweaty, and behind the makeup, her face does not hide evident tiredness, not the kind of someone who works hard, but of someone who let it pass and it has become an unwanted tenant. ‘Before my divorce, I had a story with a teacher. I know you won’t judge me, you never judged me. But my ex-husband did the same thing, and if I tell you the truth, I didn’t care. 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 with that I have enough for now’. She continues talking about her role as a teacher, about 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 felt happy just by being next to her, but now she seems boring. Her tired eyes look at me attentively, I try to maintain the spark of spontaneity, but at dessert I go to the bathroom and think that she hasn’t had an easy time lately. Perhaps she sees me as a lifeline in her fall into the void, but this meeting is nothing more than a nostalgic homage to the past. When I pay and say we could go to my house for a rum, she accepts. The background music plays ‘This Crazy Life’ and the alcohol no longer lets me consider intimate matters, only to act. At home, things go fast. The rum glasses are half-drunk and we are already naked in bed, kissing, wrapped in her perfume and our saliva and sweat. On the floor, her lace underwear tells me she had already 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 girl full of life, not as the unknown person swinging her pelvis while holding my arms. Then she raises her chin and I notice a long, twisted, dark hair growing from her shaved pubis, which has managed to survive the scrubbing and despite everything seems ashamed to have found me there, against her will. Shortly after, I smoke a cigarette while she rests on my chest and I can’t help but ask her: ‘Do you remember that summer?’. ‘Which summer?’ she replies, pulls away, turns over, and falls asleep in seconds. I finish the cigarette, crush it, and contemplate her silhouette. Within my reach is the dream of hugging her, caressing her hair, and kissing her back with tenderness, and for a few seconds I am tempted until I realise that what I would have given everything for before, I simply don’t want now. The next day we have breakfast, she seems happy, and I try to cope with the threat of a ruthless hangover. After she leaves, in the afternoon she sends a message saying she had a great time and that we could meet again. I reply politely that of course, but what I truly feel, perhaps affected by the headache, is that some of that tiredness I perceived in her has also settled inside me, and I wouldn’t like to let it happen again. It is very likely that this new meeting will never happen. I arrive at night very tired, without the desire to sleep. Before getting into bed, I wash my face and the mirror reflects a horrible appearance. I lie down on the mattress and when I turn to the side, the pillow greets me with a surprise that first agitates me and then dissolves into thoughts until the benzodiazepines take effect. Because the pillow smells like her. Like Loewe Agua. But it is no longer that spicy, energetic, and herbal scent, but has settled into the fabric as it dried. Now there is a blend of musk and sandalwood that covers the bitterness of the yuzu and the elegant manners of the tea with a layer of beauty and mystery that passes millennia hidden in a crypt until an explorer discovers it. It is an exciting conclusion: there are my times of youth, in that corner she is dancing and smiling, magnetic, and there I am too, melting when I see her and rushing to her calls, there are those years when I wanted to be a writer and above all I wanted her to be with me, smooth as new banknotes, 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 radiant garden where the true resides. It is a scent that intrudes into your interior and adheres to your memories, everything gets mixed and there is no end, no resignation, no tiredness, because those things in reality never die.
I came to read reviews for this Loewe Agua and stumbled upon a love story. Not only did I realise I wanted to buy it, but I also wanted to read more stories like this.
100% unisex. Easy, fresh, and with a twist that makes it unique. Good longevity for a citrus. Ideal as a signature scent if you don’t want to complicate things or raise eyebrows.
Feels like a 90s romantic comedy: spark, cheekiness, and pure optimism. It puts a smile on my face and leaves me craving those moments. Totally happy with it.