Though his coat was of rough cloth it did not touch his skin, for his shirt, washed and ironed at home, was of the finest Frisian linen.

His wife, Annette, and Jean drank the common wine of the country, the wine he reserved from his own vineyards; but in his private cellar, as well stocked as the cellars of Belgium, the finest vintages of Burgundy rubbed sides with those of Bordeaux, Champagne, Roussillon, not to speak of Spanish and Rhine wines, all bought ten years in advance of use and bottled by Brother Jean.

The liqueurs in that cellar were those of the Isles, and came originally from Madame Amphoux.

Rigou had laid in a supply to last him the rest of his days, at the national sale of a chateau in Burgundy.
The ex-monk ate and drank like Louis XIV.

(one of the greatest consumers of food and drink ever known), which reveals the costs of a life that was more than voluptuous.