Curivari Gloria de Leon | Cigar Review

Wrapper: Nicaraguan Cuban Seed Criollo
Binder: Nicaraguan
Filler: Nicaraguan
Size: 6.75 x 54 “Prominente”
Body: Medium
Price: $7.80

Authentic Cuban Seed Criollo and Corojo.



As I’ve stated in earlier reviews, I am on a journey request to review every Curivari blend made. Why? Because they are the best kept little secret in the cigar industry. They have no reps to speak of and no PR machine of any kind. They depend on word of mouth.

And this is the list of reviewed Curivaris, so far: Selección Privada Maduro, Buenaventura, Achilles, El Gran Rey, Limitada Classica, Reserva Limitada 1000 Series, and Reserva Limitada Café. All superb cigars. Although, the Achilles and the Reserva Limitada 1000 Series were probably the weakest links.

So now it is the Gloria de Leon’s turn.

This cigar made its debut at the 2011 IPCPR trade show.

The Curivari mission statement is to make cigars the old fashioned Cuban way and seem to be doing a pretty good job of it from my perspective.

The cigar comes in three sizes: 4.5 x 50, 5.25 x 54, and 6.75 x 54.

From Atlantic Cigars:
“Curivari Gloria De Leon is an outstanding, all Nicaraguan smoke that is rich and loaded with great tobacco flavors. Curivari is a small-batch boutique cigar company that produces expertly rolled cigars with classical balanced Cuban flavors and a Cuban triple cap. These cigars are winning over cigar smokers who are looking for the latest and greatest boutique cigars that deliver the highest quality for the right price. Made with a reddish brown Cuban seed Nicaraguan Criollo wrapper and Nicaraguan tobacco for both the filler and the binder, the Gloria Leon delivers notes of coffee, cedar and hints of black cherry. The cigars are then carefully aged and packaged in cabinet boxes of 10.”

This is a redwood tree. A giant felled log. Construction is excellent. Fairly tight seams. Very few veins. A beautiful Colorado Rosado colored wrapper; which is very smooth to the touch. Packed to the gills with tobacco but with the right amount of give. The triple cap is expertly created. And the simple cigar band looks like a Cuban band.

I clip the cap and find aromas of sweet cocoa, spice, and ginger.
Time to light up.

The first puffs hit my palate like a sledge hammer with sweetness and pepper. The draw is excellent. The red pepper slowly builds with each puff. There is some sort of fruitiness in that sweetness.

Cocoa arrives. As it should in a Nic puro. And throughout the beginning is a healthy dose of cedar.

By the half inch mark, coffee joins the fray. The cigar flavor profile continues to get sweeter. Adding with that, some creaminess, it is quickly becoming wonderfully flavorful.

I held on to this stick a few weeks longer than the others due to its size. I was afraid that such a behemoth would be smoked too soon to really taste the blender’s intent. Since I only had one, there is no way I will know until I buy some. But clearly, I’m guessing….the wait was worth it. As it has all the flavor intensity of a robusto or smaller cigar.

The fruit is the reliable black cherry.

At just past the 1” mark, my palate is bathed is buttery smooth creaminess. This boosts the cocoa and coffee elements to a new level.

I officially pronounce…at just past the 1” mark…that the Gloria de Leon is an official flavor bomb. And I still have over 5.5” to go. Oh Lawdy, Mama.

The char line is razor sharp.

The chocolate, sweetness and creaminess are so powerful that it is time for a Diet Coke for my NYC egg cream experience. Haven’t had the opportunity for one of these in quite a few reviews.

Each sip of the Diet Coke brings back childhood memories of the mixture of chocolate syrup, milk, and seltzer water. And not seltzer water from a twist cap bottle; but the real seltzer water bottle with a spigot on it. Just like what the Three Stooges use to use on each other. And every other vaudevillian.

Very slow burning cigar.

The second third and I couldn’t ask any more from a cigar. The strength is right at dead center medium bodied.

Here are the flavors in order: Cocoa, creaminess, sweetness, coffee, black cherry, cedar, and a rich earthiness.

New flavors arrive…cinnamon and nutmeg. Caramel is just brilliant as it meshes with the other flavors.
A graham cracker component appears with the lightest touch.

Prices range for the three sizes as $6.00, $6.80, and $7.80. But all can be had a buck or so cheaper online.

I want to thank Atlantic Cigars for the nice sampler. At the moment, all three sizes are backordered. But if you read my other Curivari reviews, there is something for everyone. Atlantic also has the most complete selection of Curivaris I’ve seen. There are 11 blends and they have 10. If you go to the Curivari site, they have additional cigar blends not for sale online. You should check it out. You can buy directly from Curivari.

The halfway point is upon me and the char line remains perfect. This is the most trouble free cigar I’ve reviewed in a while. And all of them cost much more than this stick.

I’ve been smoking this stick for over an hour and still half to go.

I detect what the fruit was I couldn’t discern early on. It is the stereotypical Nicaraguan flavor of raisin. In fact, all of these flavors typify what Nicaragua does best. But in powerful and bold strokes.

The cigar finds its complexity. It is rich and balanced. Chewy with a long finish. Flavors meld into one. And the strength has remained at medium body. Wally Guse, my friend, this is the cigar for you.

As the cigar burns its last couple of inches, the spiciness returns in force. The flavors are freed from the restraints of complexity and become bolder than they have ever been. If I could, I’d shove the whole cigar in my mouth and eat it. And then step back.

Of course, I highly recommend this cigar. It is a brilliant display of blendsmanship. Curivari is one helluva cigar brand and it is clear they take their passion seriously.
The cigar finishes smooth without a hint of harshness. No nicotine kick. And still medium bodied.

And now for something completely different:

I took time off from being a project manager in commercial construction. It was killing me. I was 40. And the pressure to keep on schedule and on budget got to me. I found out I had high blood pressure during a blood drive at my daughter’s school and when they took my blood pressure, I was told they could not take my blood. Go see a doctor.

40 was too young to die so I had some choices to make.

I went to work, for an old friend, as a structural draftsman…in construction, anyone on a board is called a “Detailer.”
I was a detailer. It is what I learned in my youth. Before I was old enough to drive, my father brought me down to his structural fab shop and put me on a board. And while I was going to CSULB, the company sent me to L.A. Trade Tech to get my two year certificate as a structural detailer. It turned out to stead me well later in life. I always took jobs on the side and made between $100-$150 an hour for my work. And that was a long time ago.

Back then, we used formulas to figure out the geometry and trig problems. Calculators did not come until the late 1970’s. And ones that would do the geometry and trig for you came in the late 80’s. We also had no computers to help us. We had a pencil.

I was working in Fullerton, CA. Not far from La Habra which was ritzy in places and had some hills and forest area behind where I worked.

On a hot day with the A/C busted, we opened the front and back doors. It was a small place with three rooms in a strip mall. Each room housed three detailers. I was in the middle room.

One day, lo and behold…a ferret walked in. It didn’t seem to be afraid of us. As it walked towards me, I bent over and extended my arm. In a flash, the fucking ferret grabbed on to my forearm with all 4 legs and a death grip and began punching away at my skin with its teeth.

I ran around the office waving my arm trying to get the damn thing off. It wouldn’t let go. I screamed like a little girl and no one could get me to hold still. I was screaming the 7 words not allowed on TV (Thank you George Carlin).

It finally flew off my arm and blood gushed from my arm. I started to go into shock. Did my boss or co-workers call 911? Of course not. It was just a little ferret attack. And possibly a wild ferret as we were right on the edge of the open hills and forest.

I collapsed on the floor because I thought I was going to faint… and screamed out at everyone to close the fucking doors! Do not let that piece of shit weasel get out or I will, for sure, be required to take the rabies series inoculations.

My doctor was around the block. Dr. Mutter. When he saw me, he got on the phone with my boss and SCREAMED at him not to let that animal loose. I had never heard my mild mannered doctor curse.

He bandaged my entire arm and warned me that if that ferret got loose…and then he made the motion of a needle going into my stomach….shaking his head the whole time.

I gulped the gulp of a pussy.

When I got back, Animal Control was there. A giant black man was trying to catch the elusive ferret with the long stick thing with a loop.

He finally caught it and the little critter let out screeching that made us cover our ears.

Now here is the interesting part…..The boss had this stupid, good looking blonde working for him in his blue print store, next to the drafting company. She was really stupid. But she was a looker.

She was on our side of the building, like everyone else, watching this man try to catch the fucking ferret.

When it started screeching, this stupid woman screamed, “You fucking N****r! Let it go. You are hurting it!! You fucking N****r!”
Everyone was in shock.

The animal control guy dropped the stick with the ferret’s head still in the loop…the ferret tried to make a get away with a 6’ stick attached to it….no go. It hid behind some curtains.

He asked, “What did you call me?”

And the stupid bitch repeated it!!!! She fucking repeated it!

Oh my God. What a racist bitch.

But now I’m thinking the damn weasel is going to get away and I will have 6 weeks of shots to my belly because of a race war inside the drafting company.

I begged the man to please capture and secure the animal and don’t listen to the idiot woman. He calmed down and did just that.

I walked out alone with him and apologized profusely for the act of racism that just occurred. He was very magnanimous, and gracious, and left.

I walked back into the drafting room, walked quickly up to the bitch and slapped her with an open hand.

I screamed at her, “Do you realize what you almost did? You fucking piece of shit, bitch, cocksucker. If he didn’t capture it, I would have to go through some very painful inoculations!!!!!!”

She apologized as her hand rubbed her cheek where I smacked her. She didn’t have a green card so I didn’t care. She was from Germany and even though my wife is too and worked part time doing the books for the place, she had nothing to do with this imbecile.

Then I waited. And waited. And waited. For 10 days.

And then it came. A little post card from Animal Control saying that the animal did not have rabies. One of the longest 10 days in my life.

I still have that post card framed and hanging in our bathroom.


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2 replies

  1. Sounds like a winner Katman…I think I’ll look for the Robusto, so I can finish that stick before I’m too old to remember what I’m smoking…Price point is really important to me these days and this is at the top of the range for me…Cigars and golf are expensive habits my friend…Nice review dude…

  2. Yes, I’ve had those moments when the cigar was so good I just wanted to eat it. Glad this Curivari connotes the same for you. As for your “And now for something completely different” segment . . . I find that I end up with a lot of ash on myself as I read them. The hilarity of “Man vs. Ferret” is a perfect example of why this phenomena occurs.