Page 214: "Revenant found a bottle of homemade farigoule on the table. ...a bulwark of a wine, yet [he] drank it like it was champagne."

From page  214 of the book:

Between the wine and the delicious food prepared by Gerard's, my whole body became a receptacle for the noise, the conversation, the perfume and the after-shave, the rustle of bodily movements, and the living organism that the party had evolved into.   ...I was looking out for Revenant's best interests and if I could steer someone to him or away from him it could be done by my roving antennae.

  I was, however, unaware of how much he was drinking and that he'd been drinking before he arrived.  Once he'd greeted everyone, Revenant found a bottle of homemade farigoule on the table.  Farigoule is a bulwark of a wine, made with thyme leaves.  It was too strong for a social occasion, yet Revenant drank it like it was champagne.

Thyme, a central ingredient to Farigoule

  ...In another corner, Owen stood by the hors d'oeuvres table with Mr. Benoit and Mr. Cans.  They were listening to Mr. Perrein pontificate on recent actions in the Chamber of Deputies; this time in English, so that Mr. Cans was lost.  Owen turned and reached for a pitcher of water.  I stuck my hand out to stop him.
    "Remember Lot's wife?" I asked.
    "Yeah," he said.
    "Well, she drank that water," I said, and handed him a bottle of unopened mineral water.
    "Barbaric country," he said, unscrewing the top.

the chamber of deputies