Corazon by Davidoff | Cigar Review

Wrapper: Ecuadorian Connecticut
Binder: Dominican
Filler: Dominican
Size: 6 x 43 “Corona”
Body: Medium
Price: $3.92 ($2.40 at Stogie Boys)



Today we take a look at the Corazon by Davidoff.
Corazon is made in the Davidoff factory.

From Cigar Aficionado:
“I’ve been to the Davidoff field tour in Jicomé plenty of times, but the factory has always escaped me. Not this time. People may not be aware that the facility is broken up into three sections: Cigars Davidoff, where White Label, Davidoff Nicaragua (aka. Black Label) and Puro D’Oro are made. That’s on the top floor. Then there’s OK Cigars where they produce brands like Avo Uvezian and Zino. It’s on the ground floor. And in an adjacent building is another factory altogether. That’s where they make Cusano, Hammer + Sickle, Corazon and other ancillary or third-party brands. All, of course under the watchful eye of Davidoff’s master blender and primary operations manager Hendrik “Henke” Kelner.”

That is all the background info we need to get into over a $4 cigar.

From the front side of the cigar band, the wrapper is gorgeous with a blonde bombshell wrapper. On the backside, it is very rustic with large veins, mottling, exposed seams, and just all the way around sloppy. It appears to have a single cap. And the wrapper is very smooth.

I clip the cap and find aromas of cedar, caramel, raisins, wood, hay, leather, and cherry.
Time to light up.

The draw is nice and open. First flavors are strong red pepper, caramel, dark chocolate, toasty, cherry, and cream.

The Corazon by Davidoff is an evenly packed stick. And the burn is slow. I tend not to go below 44 ring gauge when picking out cigars. They just burn too damn quickly.

I mistakenly gave credit for the gifting of this cigar to the wrong person. I want to thank Chris Alexander for supplying these cigars to me. Thanks Chris.

Creaminess appears at the 1” burned point. The pepper seems to be singeing the deepest, most inner parts of my nostrils. I didn’t expect this from what appears to be a mild cigar.

In fact, the strength is classic medium body from the start.

The sweetness is part fruit and part sugar cane. (I used to rail against reviewers that used sugar cane as a reference.) So I went to the marked and picked one up. They are cheap and ugly. Like my first wife. (Just kidding. I couldn’t let that straight line go by.)

Sugar cane, besides being sweet, has a very vegetal taste to it. Very green. I gnawed on it for a bit and that was enough. Now I know what sugar cane tastes like. But it should be mentioned that when using that description, one must also realize that the vegetal component of the sugar cane is just as important as the sweetness it imparts. And that’s where I think the breakdown of communication is. No one is discussing what real fresh sugar cane actually tastes like: a sweet leek.

Back to the Corazon by Davidoff. I’ve had the cigar in my humidor for about a month. This blend is meant to attract the yard ‘gar crowd. It has some nice flavoring but certainly nothing special. I do like that the red pepper is maintaining its level from the start.

The second third begins.

Flavors are brighter. The creaminess fights the wood element for its position in line. The spice keeps on chooglin’.

There is a slight harshness…some bitterness. I get the impression that this cigar is made from the droppings, and leftovers, of other blends made at the Davidoff factory.

I check Cbid and the Corazon by Davidoff is basically going for around $2 a stick.

I take back what I said about this cigar being a slow smoke. It was just that initial portion of the cigar that was slow. Now it has sped up. I predict this cigar to be a 45 minute smoke.

I reach the halfway point.

Flavors of cream, wood, pepper, sugar cane, cedar, and caramel perk up a bit.

As a yard ‘gar, this is just fine. I would primarily buy it, at $2 a stick, to give to your moocher friends and tell them they are made by Davidoff. You’re the hero and the moochers end up being happy.

My soon to be son-in-law is the biggest mooch I know at the moment. It is sort of like a 10:1 ratio of me giving and him giving. And he smokes regularly and has the dough. He is just cheap.

I’ve hit the sweet spot at the halfway point. I like this cigar considering the boundaries and limitations of the blend.
It is the perfect errand cigar.

I found the best pricing at Stogie Boys. By the box, the cigars can be had for as little as $2.40-$2.68 a pop, depending on size. Good deal. This takes the angst out of bidding on Cbid which at the moment only offers two five packs in the Corona and the Short Piramides (3.8 x 60).

The last third kicks in. And with it, more intense flavors.

The caramel and the sweetness are really punching hard. There is even a mild complexity. The balance is nice. And it now has a long finish. Surprise, surprise.

The Corazon by Davidoff has actually turned into a nice tasting stogie. Not high premium nice tasting but much more than just passable. And it is all because of four flavors: Spice, creaminess, caramel, and wood.

Maybe a bit more humidor time than just a month will allow these last third flavors to permeate into the start of the cigar.

The char line has behaved perfectly. No wrapper issues. The harshness and bitterness are long gone. And the cap is OK. (I’m making a real attempt not to chomp my cigars while reviewing them.)

The Corazon by Davidoff finishes out at medium body with a hint of nicotine.

While I cannot imagine looking forward to smoking this cigar in any given moment, I would say that around $2-$3 a stick, it ain’t half bad and good to have around.

The Davidoff folks claim this oddball size to be a Corona. OK. Technically, it isn’t. I do believe it is a good size for the wrapper vs. filler ratio for a more intense experience.

I just emailed Sheryl King at Stogie Boys to ask if my readers can get a discount. Since this is a Sunday, I don’t expect an answer until tomorrow.
Don’t forget that Stogie Boys already gives my readers a 30% discount on their “Riot” cigars. Great stick. Click on the ad on the right side of the page.

The Corazon by Davidoff is a very decent yard ‘gar. And very wallet friendly.

(NOTE: I have maybe one or two cigars left to review. I expect a few to come in from manufacturers over the next week or so. Therefore, I will be on a short hiatus.)

And now for something completely different:

(My apologies to long time readers for repeating this story.)

We were on tour for 6 weeks throughout Europe. For one of those weeks, we were on the same bill as Larry Coryell and the Eleventh House.

Most of you may not know who Larry Coryell is. He is the father of jazz fusion guitar. He changed my life with his progressive style back in 1972. Along with his cohorts of the day: Stanley Clarke, Ron Carter, Keith Jarret, and Mahavishnu Orchestra, and so forth.

I was a jazzer when I auditioned for Curved Air, in 1974, and won the audition hands down because this kind of playing hadn’t reached the English shores yet. All the bass players, at the audition, played exactly like Chris Squire of “Yes.” All chops and no soul.

We spent a week in Switzerland opening for Coryell. At the time, Switzerland had no big arenas so we played in auditoriums that seated just a couple thousand people.

But we packed them. We were a double threat.


Swiss audiences are very reserved. Applause is minimum. There is no screaming. No girls on top of boys’ shoulders with their tops off. They just sit quietly in their seats taking it all in and really focusing on the music and performance. I liked that about them. I hated raucous audiences. No one was really listening. Now we never had a Beatles-like reception but I got the taste of what it was like not to have anyone listening, just going nuts. Of course, in those days, the Beatles had horrible sound systems and they couldn’t be heard anyway.
We had one of those systems that blew your hair back.

Now who the hell thought it a good idea to put him on a bill with us….a progressive rock band with a violin, cutting edge synthesizers and a chick singer along the lines of Stevie Nicks and Janis. It was a crazy bill.

This was the band he used when we played with him in 1974:

Even though the musicians in my band were world class classical musicians, they didn’t know squat about this new musical movement. But I did, because I was the only American in the group. Even Stewart Copeland, (The Police), our drummer, wasn’t that familiar. I idolized Larry and his band mates so when one night, after the gig, he invited us up to his hotel room to shoot the shit and smoke cigars, we all jumped at the chance.

The worst thing you can do with a celebrity, if you should meet one, is act like a fan. Be yourself and talk about the weather.
But noooo…my bandmates fucking interviewed him. I was so embarrassed that I couldn’t look up from my cigar.

Curved Air has close to 20 albums under their belt so they were no slouches. And here they are mesmerized. And behaving like rank fans.

I had been smoking cigars since I was 18. That’s because my dad smoked ‘em and so did his pop. It was DNA impregnated. My band mates smoked cigarettes and that’s it. They had no idea what was in store for them. I did; and chuckled.

Larry passed around GIANT Cubans. Beer and wine was offered and Larry and I dug right in. The others watched our lead as they had never smoked cigars, including the chick singer.

I remember the bliss of that fine cigar and as my eyes met Larry’s, we smiled big and laughed out loud. From the peanut gallery, I heard coughing and choking. Again, Larry and I glanced at each other and burst into raucous laughter.

The schmucks did not want to admit they had never smoked a cigar, let alone, a strong Cuban. So they puffed away, occasionally inhaling. They were real dumbasses. So in a matter of minutes I had a bunch of Kermit the Frogs in the room. It is hard being green.

But the real funny part was that they began to interview Larry!! Not have a normal conversation; they friggin’ interviewed him because they were so intimidated. Meanwhile, I settled in my hotel chair and puffed away, savoring an expensive cigar.

Larry answered the questions politely, but one at a time, one of the dip shits excused themselves to go to the bathroom where we heard projectile heaving. Larry and I never laughed so hard.

Within 30 minutes, my band had retired to their own hotel bathrooms and Larry and I spent the rest of the night, til dawn, smoking, drinking, and telling stories about the “road.”

I am pleased to announce that Larry is alive and well and still playing. And I shall never forget his kindness and down to earth personality.
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