If you can't get the malty good stuff my neighbor makes, or the excellent porter from my son-in-law's basement brewery, try the Marzen from the Leinenkugel family plant up in Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin. A six-pack came my way as a gift last week. It's new to me, and I'm impressed.
It's a middling-dark brew in the light heavyweight class that feels substantial on the tongue. Comfortable in the mouth, you might say, and I think that's because the Leinenkugels have learned restraint with hops.
Leading to my morning rant. Brewers of the world: You can not improve mediocre beer by tripling the hops. (I'm thinking mainly of Sam Adams here.)
I omit discussion of those who train the horse to go in a brown bottle, toss in some cherry syrup or lemon peels, and call their ad agency.