I used to get good olive oil when I lived in California. A little old guy would call me on the phone once a year, and ask if I needed more Olive Oil. I would always say Yes! and order a bottle or two. Then his granddaughter would get on the line and verify my address etc.

This guy owned the trees, pressed the olives and bottled it himself. It was the best stuff I ever tasted. He quit calling years ago; I miss him.