Take a look at my family crest and you'll find a boar's head, an ancient symbol of hospitality. I can't think of a more perfect way to honor my family's heritage and carry on that tradition of warmth and generosity than to share with you Ferguson Crest's collection of wines, the latest gift from my father's extraordinarily green thumb. When I was a little girl, my dad spent hours on end taking care of the fruit trees and vegetable patches he planted in our backyard in Hacienda Heights. My sister and I watched in awe, and even sometimes got to help him in nurturing the garden. My father was so proud of all the things we grew together - tangelos, peaches, blood oranges, bell peppers, artichokes, guava - that I actually believed he was a farmer, and didn't hesitate to brag to all the neighborhood kids about it! Since starting Ferguson Crest in 2006, I've gotten the chance to grow something beautiful with my father again, and this time around share our family treasure so that each of you can taste the love and care that's gone into every bottle.