In the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, Europe’s perfume unlocks nine different fragrances. The green mantle takes the form of Japanese cedars, beeches, age-old vineyards. Volcanic cones stretch towards the sky. Caves unveil the secrets behind the origin of the islands. Lakes rest in sleeping volcanoes. These are the new colours on the natural canvas. We raise our eyes to see migratory birds in the only European stop they know. The trails meander through every island of the archipelago, unveiling the mysteries kept for the hikers. There are breathtaking cliffs and flat areas along the coastline (fajãs) that shelter soul refreshing waterfalls. This isn’t a dream. These are the trails of the Azores.