Is Bell’s, of Michigan.
This is not just a case of the grass being greener, as we don’t get Bell’s out west (yet). Everytime I’ve been in the midwest this year I’ve sought it out, and every one of Bell’s beers has been excellent. They’re mature, balanced beverages, rather than the more-is-better crackpot microbrews that all too often pass in the Rockies.
I normally stay away from anything called a white ale, but the Bell’s Winter White is an exceptional work. It compares favorably to La Fin du Monde, in that it balances complexity and, well, balance. Get some if you have the chance. And have a good holiday.