I was going to start this review off with some clever line about wax on wax off, relishing in my chance to use a pun. Then I went online and learned that Mr. Miyagi is a racially charged name for eye squinting weed. After the internet took the air out of my balloon, the business at hand became to prove whether this product deserved that term.
The wax was a mustard yellow that did glitter some under the lights. Compared to other waxes I’ve reviewed recently, this one just wasn’t as appealing. It was soft and gooey when warm. More like margarine when cold. When I vaped it on my domeless, it left a residue on my nail and set me to coughing a few times, making me question its purity. The scent had an earthy, spiced quality with some sweetness to it as well. Toffee? Butterscotch? Buttered Rum? It certainly had the profile of something you’d suck on.
The grow boards weren’t helpful in identifying the genetics, so I was on my own in identifying its lineage. From the given effects, I’d presume an OG. It was sold to me as an indica, and my reaction to it supports this claim. Kicks like a mule to the forehead with a big dab, generating heavy eyes and weighty shoulders and limbs. It also provides that classic OG comforting sense of wellbeing. There was some serious space lock, and I’d suggest it for insomnia at even moderate doses.
So in the end, only one question remains: is this “Mr. Miyagi” weed? Yes. Yes it is. My eyes became almost painfully red and irritated, and my vision was reduced to a smudge as my eyes drooped. If ever a strain was made for the night, it is this one, since light of any kind will become your mortal enemy.
