ILGM – Editor’s Choice (2026)
ILGM is the US‑focused seed bank with a germination guarantee and fast shipping. Trusted by thousands of growers nationwide.
- ✅ Auto-flowering & feminized seeds
- ✅ High germination rate
- ✅ Fast US shipping
- ✅ Excellent customer support
Herbies Seeds
Herbies Seeds offers a huge selection with worldwide shipping. A solid choice for international growers.
- ✅ Wide variety of strains
- ✅ Reliable shipping
- ✅ Good customer service
- ✅ Payment options available
Crop King Seeds
Crop King Seeds offers a variety of Canadian strains. Slightly lower ratings but still a good option for many growers.
- ✅ Canadian strains
- ✅ Reliable shipping
- ✅ Decent customer support
- ✅ Payment options
Big Mac seeds. Yeah, the name’s a little ridiculous—makes you think of greasy drive-thru bags and crumpled napkins, not sticky buds and earthy terpenes. But don’t let the fast-food branding fool you. This strain? It’s a heavyweight. Not in the “couch-lock you into oblivion” way (though, sometimes, yeah), but in that slow, creeping, oh-damn-I’m-high kind of way that sneaks up behind your eyes and whispers, “Settle in.”
Grew it once in a busted greenhouse behind my cousin’s place. Soil was trash, light was inconsistent, and we didn’t know what the hell we were doing. Still—Big Mac came through. Thick stalks, dense nugs, this weird diesel-sweet funk that made your nose wrinkle and your mouth water at the same time. Like someone spilled syrup on a gas station floor. Disgusting. Delicious.
It’s an indica-dominant hybrid, technically. But that doesn’t mean much anymore, does it? Labels are for dispensaries and lab coats. What matters is how it hits. And Big Mac hits like a lazy Sunday afternoon when you’ve got nowhere to be and a fridge full of leftovers. Heavy, warm, a little dumb. In a good way.
Some folks say it’s a cross between Mikado and BC Big Bud. I don’t know. Genetics are a mess. Everyone’s crossing everything with everything else and slapping new names on it like it’s Pokémon. What I do know? These seeds grow fat, fast, and loud. Not stealthy. Not discreet. You’ll smell it through drywall. Through your neighbor’s drywall. Don’t grow this if you’re trying to be subtle.
And the yield? Stupid. Like, “I need more jars” stupid. Buds stack like bricks—tight, resin-caked, sometimes purpled out if you treat her right. She’s not picky, but she’s not invincible either. Mold can creep in if you let the humidity spike. Keep her dry. Keep her fed. She’ll reward you.
Smoking it is like sinking into a beanbag chair that remembers your shape. Not a strain for productivity. Don’t light this before a meeting unless you want to forget your own name halfway through a sentence. But for movies, music, staring at the ceiling while your thoughts melt into each other? Perfect. Absolutely perfect.
I’ve had better highs. Sharper, cleaner, more “elevated” or whatever the hell the blogs are calling it now. But Big Mac? It’s comfort weed. It’s sweatpants weed. It’s “I need to turn my brain off for a while” weed. And sometimes, that’s exactly what you need.
Would I grow it again? Hell yes. Would I name it something else? Probably. But maybe that’s the charm. Big Mac doesn’t pretend to be fancy. It just does the job—and does it damn well.