When you hear a great song on the radio, and you love bacon, this phrase is appropriate. Similar to organasm of the mouth, or fiesta in your mouth, when you eatsomething especially delicious.
Wow, that song is bacon to my ears!
Yeah, I can smell, taste, and hear it sizzling now!
A Shackteau is a humble, weather-beaten, structurally questionable shelter located in a spectacular or highly coveted place—Wales, Jackson Hole, Sun Valley, Crested Butte, coastal Maine, the Alps—where the building itself may be worth almost nothing, but the dirt, view, access, and mythology make it absurdly valuable.
In use:
Shackteâu - We thought it was an abandoned shed until the realtor called it a rare alpine Shackteâu with unobstructed views and listed it for $2million.