My husband is 6'2 and I'm 5'3 and I assumed one of us would get a shoulder massage in the wrong place. It measures your height at the start of every session, and the rollers do land on both our shoulder blades. He runs it at four, I run it at two, and neither of us has to reprogram anything.

The voice assistant works maybe seven times out of ten and it does not like the word zero, so "zero gravity" comes back as itself repeated twice and then silence. I stopped using it in week one. What I do use is the dial and button panel on the left armrest, which does not need you to look at a screen and does not need to understand you. Set the depth, set the airbag strength, done. The screen on the swing arm is fine for picking a program once at the start.

We bought one for the main house in spring and I missed it so much at weekends that we got a second for the lake place. Same chair, same everything. Only difference is this one sits on wood floor and slides about an inch when it reclines, so put a rug under it. That is the entire complaint department.

I pair my phone, put on a podcast, and the speaker up in the headrest is genuinely decent. Not audiophile, but I forget it is a massage chair speaker. The shoulder airbags squeeze on no particular rhythm, which is oddly relaxing. Sound barely leaks, so my wife can watch TV next to me and we are both fine.

Bought it in July after the sciatica came back for the third time and I had run out of ideas. Week one I hated it. The rollers felt like elbows and I genuinely thought I had wasted seven thousand dollars. Week two I dropped it to level two and did fifteen minutes at night instead of forty. Week four the nerve pain in my left leg stopped, and the way I noticed was that I was not waking up for it anymore. Eight weeks in I use it most nights and my wife uses it on Sundays. The feature I did not expect to care about is the charging pad on the armrest. My phone sits there the whole session and I never think about it, which is the highest compliment I can give a feature.

A friend owns the three thousand dollar version and I spent an evening in it before ordering this. The difference is the shoulders. His stops at the upper back and the rollers float right over your shoulder blades on the way past. This one gets over the top and comes down the front. That gap is worth the extra money to me and I did not expect it to be.

The massage is excellent, that is not my complaint. It is the finish. This thing is a mirror. Every fingerprint, every bit of dust, every nose print from my dog shows up as soon as the afternoon light hits the side panel, and I have wiped it down more in three weeks than I have wiped my kitchen counters. I keep a microfiber cloth in the armrest now. Offer this shell in a matte option and it is a five star chair.

It is 153 cm deep fully reclined, so in my eleven foot office the door no longer closes. Five stars anyway. I moved the desk.

My dad is 74 and will not read a manual, so the convenience keys sold me. One button, the chair runs a routine, he does not have to learn anything. My mum uses the screen and picks programs by name. Six weeks in they both use it every afternoon and my dad has mostly stopped talking about his hip. I have not told them what it cost.

She said the cheap ones are shiatsu rollers in a costume and I would be better off with a tennis ball and a doorframe. Fair. I showed her the track on this one and she changed her tune to "fine, but fifteen minutes, not an hour." I do fifteen minutes. Six weeks later the knot behind my right shoulder blade that she has been digging at since March is mostly gone, and she noticed before I told her.

One touch, it lays you back, the airbags do their thing, and I'm gone. Four times now. Last Tuesday I woke up at eleven at night still in it.

Everything above the knee is adjustable and everything below it is not. The calf wraps clamp down hard enough to leave marks on my shins, and the kneading down there cycles whether you want it or not. My wife has thin ankles and lasts about six minutes before she pulls her legs out. You can switch the airbags off entirely, which is what I do now, but then you have paid for a feature you never use. A strength slider for the legs is the one thing this chair is missing.

It ships on a pallet and the driver will not help you get it inside, so plan for that. Two of us plus a hand truck got it through the side door in about forty minutes. Once it was in place I plugged it into a normal outlet and it just worked. No assembly, no manual reading, no swearing.

Two months in and my wife still calls it the spaceship. I call it the reason I stopped waking up at 4am.

The default on this chair is aggressive. The arm does the patting and percussion thing and on level four it felt less like a massage and more like being audited. I dropped it to one for the first ten minutes and worked up from there. Now it is one for the warm up, three for the middle, one again at the end, with the hot compress on the whole time. That hot compress is the part I would miss if it broke. It is warm rather than hot, closer to a heating pad than a stone massage, and that turned out to be exactly what my lower back wanted.

My husband is 6'2 and I'm 5'3 and I assumed one of us would get a shoulder massage in the wrong place. It measures your height at the start of every session, and the rollers do land on both our shoulder blades. He runs it at four, I run it at two, and neither of us has to reprogram anything.

The voice assistant works maybe seven times out of ten and it does not like the word zero, so "zero gravity" comes back as itself repeated twice and then silence. I stopped using it in week one. What I do use is the dial and button panel on the left armrest, which does not need you to look at a screen and does not need to understand you. Set the depth, set the airbag strength, done. The screen on the swing arm is fine for picking a program once at the start.

We bought one for the main house in spring and I missed it so much at weekends that we got a second for the lake place. Same chair, same everything. Only difference is this one sits on wood floor and slides about an inch when it reclines, so put a rug under it. That is the entire complaint department.

I pair my phone, put on a podcast, and the speaker up in the headrest is genuinely decent. Not audiophile, but I forget it is a massage chair speaker. The shoulder airbags squeeze on no particular rhythm, which is oddly relaxing. Sound barely leaks, so my wife can watch TV next to me and we are both fine.

Bought it in July after the sciatica came back for the third time and I had run out of ideas. Week one I hated it. The rollers felt like elbows and I genuinely thought I had wasted seven thousand dollars. Week two I dropped it to level two and did fifteen minutes at night instead of forty. Week four the nerve pain in my left leg stopped, and the way I noticed was that I was not waking up for it anymore. Eight weeks in I use it most nights and my wife uses it on Sundays. The feature I did not expect to care about is the charging pad on the armrest. My phone sits there the whole session and I never think about it, which is the highest compliment I can give a feature.

A friend owns the three thousand dollar version and I spent an evening in it before ordering this. The difference is the shoulders. His stops at the upper back and the rollers float right over your shoulder blades on the way past. This one gets over the top and comes down the front. That gap is worth the extra money to me and I did not expect it to be.

The massage is excellent, that is not my complaint. It is the finish. This thing is a mirror. Every fingerprint, every bit of dust, every nose print from my dog shows up as soon as the afternoon light hits the side panel, and I have wiped it down more in three weeks than I have wiped my kitchen counters. I keep a microfiber cloth in the armrest now. Offer this shell in a matte option and it is a five star chair.

It is 153 cm deep fully reclined, so in my eleven foot office the door no longer closes. Five stars anyway. I moved the desk.

My dad is 74 and will not read a manual, so the convenience keys sold me. One button, the chair runs a routine, he does not have to learn anything. My mum uses the screen and picks programs by name. Six weeks in they both use it every afternoon and my dad has mostly stopped talking about his hip. I have not told them what it cost.

She said the cheap ones are shiatsu rollers in a costume and I would be better off with a tennis ball and a doorframe. Fair. I showed her the track on this one and she changed her tune to "fine, but fifteen minutes, not an hour." I do fifteen minutes. Six weeks later the knot behind my right shoulder blade that she has been digging at since March is mostly gone, and she noticed before I told her.

One touch, it lays you back, the airbags do their thing, and I'm gone. Four times now. Last Tuesday I woke up at eleven at night still in it.

Everything above the knee is adjustable and everything below it is not. The calf wraps clamp down hard enough to leave marks on my shins, and the kneading down there cycles whether you want it or not. My wife has thin ankles and lasts about six minutes before she pulls her legs out. You can switch the airbags off entirely, which is what I do now, but then you have paid for a feature you never use. A strength slider for the legs is the one thing this chair is missing.

It ships on a pallet and the driver will not help you get it inside, so plan for that. Two of us plus a hand truck got it through the side door in about forty minutes. Once it was in place I plugged it into a normal outlet and it just worked. No assembly, no manual reading, no swearing.

Two months in and my wife still calls it the spaceship. I call it the reason I stopped waking up at 4am.

The default on this chair is aggressive. The arm does the patting and percussion thing and on level four it felt less like a massage and more like being audited. I dropped it to one for the first ten minutes and worked up from there. Now it is one for the warm up, three for the middle, one again at the end, with the hot compress on the whole time. That hot compress is the part I would miss if it broke. It is warm rather than hot, closer to a heating pad than a stone massage, and that turned out to be exactly what my lower back wanted.

My husband is 6'2 and I'm 5'3 and I assumed one of us would get a shoulder massage in the wrong place. It measures your height at the start of every session, and the rollers do land on both our shoulder blades. He runs it at four, I run it at two, and neither of us has to reprogram anything.

The voice assistant works maybe seven times out of ten and it does not like the word zero, so "zero gravity" comes back as itself repeated twice and then silence. I stopped using it in week one. What I do use is the dial and button panel on the left armrest, which does not need you to look at a screen and does not need to understand you. Set the depth, set the airbag strength, done. The screen on the swing arm is fine for picking a program once at the start.

We bought one for the main house in spring and I missed it so much at weekends that we got a second for the lake place. Same chair, same everything. Only difference is this one sits on wood floor and slides about an inch when it reclines, so put a rug under it. That is the entire complaint department.

I pair my phone, put on a podcast, and the speaker up in the headrest is genuinely decent. Not audiophile, but I forget it is a massage chair speaker. The shoulder airbags squeeze on no particular rhythm, which is oddly relaxing. Sound barely leaks, so my wife can watch TV next to me and we are both fine.

Bought it in July after the sciatica came back for the third time and I had run out of ideas. Week one I hated it. The rollers felt like elbows and I genuinely thought I had wasted seven thousand dollars. Week two I dropped it to level two and did fifteen minutes at night instead of forty. Week four the nerve pain in my left leg stopped, and the way I noticed was that I was not waking up for it anymore. Eight weeks in I use it most nights and my wife uses it on Sundays. The feature I did not expect to care about is the charging pad on the armrest. My phone sits there the whole session and I never think about it, which is the highest compliment I can give a feature.

A friend owns the three thousand dollar version and I spent an evening in it before ordering this. The difference is the shoulders. His stops at the upper back and the rollers float right over your shoulder blades on the way past. This one gets over the top and comes down the front. That gap is worth the extra money to me and I did not expect it to be.

The massage is excellent, that is not my complaint. It is the finish. This thing is a mirror. Every fingerprint, every bit of dust, every nose print from my dog shows up as soon as the afternoon light hits the side panel, and I have wiped it down more in three weeks than I have wiped my kitchen counters. I keep a microfiber cloth in the armrest now. Offer this shell in a matte option and it is a five star chair.

It is 153 cm deep fully reclined, so in my eleven foot office the door no longer closes. Five stars anyway. I moved the desk.

My dad is 74 and will not read a manual, so the convenience keys sold me. One button, the chair runs a routine, he does not have to learn anything. My mum uses the screen and picks programs by name. Six weeks in they both use it every afternoon and my dad has mostly stopped talking about his hip. I have not told them what it cost.

She said the cheap ones are shiatsu rollers in a costume and I would be better off with a tennis ball and a doorframe. Fair. I showed her the track on this one and she changed her tune to "fine, but fifteen minutes, not an hour." I do fifteen minutes. Six weeks later the knot behind my right shoulder blade that she has been digging at since March is mostly gone, and she noticed before I told her.

One touch, it lays you back, the airbags do their thing, and I'm gone. Four times now. Last Tuesday I woke up at eleven at night still in it.

Everything above the knee is adjustable and everything below it is not. The calf wraps clamp down hard enough to leave marks on my shins, and the kneading down there cycles whether you want it or not. My wife has thin ankles and lasts about six minutes before she pulls her legs out. You can switch the airbags off entirely, which is what I do now, but then you have paid for a feature you never use. A strength slider for the legs is the one thing this chair is missing.

It ships on a pallet and the driver will not help you get it inside, so plan for that. Two of us plus a hand truck got it through the side door in about forty minutes. Once it was in place I plugged it into a normal outlet and it just worked. No assembly, no manual reading, no swearing.

Two months in and my wife still calls it the spaceship. I call it the reason I stopped waking up at 4am.

The default on this chair is aggressive. The arm does the patting and percussion thing and on level four it felt less like a massage and more like being audited. I dropped it to one for the first ten minutes and worked up from there. Now it is one for the warm up, three for the middle, one again at the end, with the hot compress on the whole time. That hot compress is the part I would miss if it broke. It is warm rather than hot, closer to a heating pad than a stone massage, and that turned out to be exactly what my lower back wanted.

My husband is 6'2 and I'm 5'3 and I assumed one of us would get a shoulder massage in the wrong place. It measures your height at the start of every session, and the rollers do land on both our shoulder blades. He runs it at four, I run it at two, and neither of us has to reprogram anything.

The voice assistant works maybe seven times out of ten and it does not like the word zero, so "zero gravity" comes back as itself repeated twice and then silence. I stopped using it in week one. What I do use is the dial and button panel on the left armrest, which does not need you to look at a screen and does not need to understand you. Set the depth, set the airbag strength, done. The screen on the swing arm is fine for picking a program once at the start.

We bought one for the main house in spring and I missed it so much at weekends that we got a second for the lake place. Same chair, same everything. Only difference is this one sits on wood floor and slides about an inch when it reclines, so put a rug under it. That is the entire complaint department.

I pair my phone, put on a podcast, and the speaker up in the headrest is genuinely decent. Not audiophile, but I forget it is a massage chair speaker. The shoulder airbags squeeze on no particular rhythm, which is oddly relaxing. Sound barely leaks, so my wife can watch TV next to me and we are both fine.

Bought it in July after the sciatica came back for the third time and I had run out of ideas. Week one I hated it. The rollers felt like elbows and I genuinely thought I had wasted seven thousand dollars. Week two I dropped it to level two and did fifteen minutes at night instead of forty. Week four the nerve pain in my left leg stopped, and the way I noticed was that I was not waking up for it anymore. Eight weeks in I use it most nights and my wife uses it on Sundays. The feature I did not expect to care about is the charging pad on the armrest. My phone sits there the whole session and I never think about it, which is the highest compliment I can give a feature.

A friend owns the three thousand dollar version and I spent an evening in it before ordering this. The difference is the shoulders. His stops at the upper back and the rollers float right over your shoulder blades on the way past. This one gets over the top and comes down the front. That gap is worth the extra money to me and I did not expect it to be.

The massage is excellent, that is not my complaint. It is the finish. This thing is a mirror. Every fingerprint, every bit of dust, every nose print from my dog shows up as soon as the afternoon light hits the side panel, and I have wiped it down more in three weeks than I have wiped my kitchen counters. I keep a microfiber cloth in the armrest now. Offer this shell in a matte option and it is a five star chair.

It is 153 cm deep fully reclined, so in my eleven foot office the door no longer closes. Five stars anyway. I moved the desk.

My dad is 74 and will not read a manual, so the convenience keys sold me. One button, the chair runs a routine, he does not have to learn anything. My mum uses the screen and picks programs by name. Six weeks in they both use it every afternoon and my dad has mostly stopped talking about his hip. I have not told them what it cost.

She said the cheap ones are shiatsu rollers in a costume and I would be better off with a tennis ball and a doorframe. Fair. I showed her the track on this one and she changed her tune to "fine, but fifteen minutes, not an hour." I do fifteen minutes. Six weeks later the knot behind my right shoulder blade that she has been digging at since March is mostly gone, and she noticed before I told her.

One touch, it lays you back, the airbags do their thing, and I'm gone. Four times now. Last Tuesday I woke up at eleven at night still in it.

Everything above the knee is adjustable and everything below it is not. The calf wraps clamp down hard enough to leave marks on my shins, and the kneading down there cycles whether you want it or not. My wife has thin ankles and lasts about six minutes before she pulls her legs out. You can switch the airbags off entirely, which is what I do now, but then you have paid for a feature you never use. A strength slider for the legs is the one thing this chair is missing.

It ships on a pallet and the driver will not help you get it inside, so plan for that. Two of us plus a hand truck got it through the side door in about forty minutes. Once it was in place I plugged it into a normal outlet and it just worked. No assembly, no manual reading, no swearing.

Two months in and my wife still calls it the spaceship. I call it the reason I stopped waking up at 4am.

The default on this chair is aggressive. The arm does the patting and percussion thing and on level four it felt less like a massage and more like being audited. I dropped it to one for the first ten minutes and worked up from there. Now it is one for the warm up, three for the middle, one again at the end, with the hot compress on the whole time. That hot compress is the part I would miss if it broke. It is warm rather than hot, closer to a heating pad than a stone massage, and that turned out to be exactly what my lower back wanted.

My husband is 6'2 and I'm 5'3 and I assumed one of us would get a shoulder massage in the wrong place. It measures your height at the start of every session, and the rollers do land on both our shoulder blades. He runs it at four, I run it at two, and neither of us has to reprogram anything.

The voice assistant works maybe seven times out of ten and it does not like the word zero, so "zero gravity" comes back as itself repeated twice and then silence. I stopped using it in week one. What I do use is the dial and button panel on the left armrest, which does not need you to look at a screen and does not need to understand you. Set the depth, set the airbag strength, done. The screen on the swing arm is fine for picking a program once at the start.

We bought one for the main house in spring and I missed it so much at weekends that we got a second for the lake place. Same chair, same everything. Only difference is this one sits on wood floor and slides about an inch when it reclines, so put a rug under it. That is the entire complaint department.

I pair my phone, put on a podcast, and the speaker up in the headrest is genuinely decent. Not audiophile, but I forget it is a massage chair speaker. The shoulder airbags squeeze on no particular rhythm, which is oddly relaxing. Sound barely leaks, so my wife can watch TV next to me and we are both fine.

Bought it in July after the sciatica came back for the third time and I had run out of ideas. Week one I hated it. The rollers felt like elbows and I genuinely thought I had wasted seven thousand dollars. Week two I dropped it to level two and did fifteen minutes at night instead of forty. Week four the nerve pain in my left leg stopped, and the way I noticed was that I was not waking up for it anymore. Eight weeks in I use it most nights and my wife uses it on Sundays. The feature I did not expect to care about is the charging pad on the armrest. My phone sits there the whole session and I never think about it, which is the highest compliment I can give a feature.

A friend owns the three thousand dollar version and I spent an evening in it before ordering this. The difference is the shoulders. His stops at the upper back and the rollers float right over your shoulder blades on the way past. This one gets over the top and comes down the front. That gap is worth the extra money to me and I did not expect it to be.

The massage is excellent, that is not my complaint. It is the finish. This thing is a mirror. Every fingerprint, every bit of dust, every nose print from my dog shows up as soon as the afternoon light hits the side panel, and I have wiped it down more in three weeks than I have wiped my kitchen counters. I keep a microfiber cloth in the armrest now. Offer this shell in a matte option and it is a five star chair.

It is 153 cm deep fully reclined, so in my eleven foot office the door no longer closes. Five stars anyway. I moved the desk.

My dad is 74 and will not read a manual, so the convenience keys sold me. One button, the chair runs a routine, he does not have to learn anything. My mum uses the screen and picks programs by name. Six weeks in they both use it every afternoon and my dad has mostly stopped talking about his hip. I have not told them what it cost.

She said the cheap ones are shiatsu rollers in a costume and I would be better off with a tennis ball and a doorframe. Fair. I showed her the track on this one and she changed her tune to "fine, but fifteen minutes, not an hour." I do fifteen minutes. Six weeks later the knot behind my right shoulder blade that she has been digging at since March is mostly gone, and she noticed before I told her.

One touch, it lays you back, the airbags do their thing, and I'm gone. Four times now. Last Tuesday I woke up at eleven at night still in it.

Everything above the knee is adjustable and everything below it is not. The calf wraps clamp down hard enough to leave marks on my shins, and the kneading down there cycles whether you want it or not. My wife has thin ankles and lasts about six minutes before she pulls her legs out. You can switch the airbags off entirely, which is what I do now, but then you have paid for a feature you never use. A strength slider for the legs is the one thing this chair is missing.

It ships on a pallet and the driver will not help you get it inside, so plan for that. Two of us plus a hand truck got it through the side door in about forty minutes. Once it was in place I plugged it into a normal outlet and it just worked. No assembly, no manual reading, no swearing.

Two months in and my wife still calls it the spaceship. I call it the reason I stopped waking up at 4am.

The default on this chair is aggressive. The arm does the patting and percussion thing and on level four it felt less like a massage and more like being audited. I dropped it to one for the first ten minutes and worked up from there. Now it is one for the warm up, three for the middle, one again at the end, with the hot compress on the whole time. That hot compress is the part I would miss if it broke. It is warm rather than hot, closer to a heating pad than a stone massage, and that turned out to be exactly what my lower back wanted.