The search is over. Maybe.

Over a year ago, I shared with all of you my quest for an eye cream that would make some sort of difference in the ridiculous dark circles under my eyes. I spent hundreds of dollars over the years on various products that never eradicated my issue.

Thanks to the one-two punch of genetics and fair skin, I have some pretty serious dark circles. I don't have wrinkles (again, thanks genetics, coupled with moisturizing routines starting in my teens) and I don't have bags. But oh my holy hell, I get one measly less hour of sleep one night and I look like a Twilight character.

After all my Googling and product samples last year, in the end, I stuck with Philosphy's Hope in a Tube. It didn't do much for the circles, but I wasn't getting any wrinkles either. So, bleh. A wash.

As any good dark-circle sufferer will tell you, it's not about the eye cream anyway. It's all about the concealer. That's what takes you from "night of the living dead" to "morning of the somewhat alive" in 20 seconds.

I had been using "Boi-ing" concealer from Benefit for the last year, on the recommendation of the fabulous Fluid Pudding. And yes, it does live up to its moniker of "industrial-strength concealer." It did a great job of concealing my circles, but they were never truly gone. But still, better than any product I had been using up to that point.

When I ran out last month before our trip, I ran over to the Benefit boutique down the block for a restock. Because it is the greatest makeup store ever, they insist on practically giving you a whole makeover for free every time you set foot in the store. The girl that day insisted I try their new eye product.

"Nah," I said. "I am running late and leaving for a vacation and ... oh, well, OK. But just the concealer. I really have to get home."

As she spun me toward the mirror, I gasped. You could not see my circles. I thought it was a trick of the lighting, but no. She laughed and said, "See! I told you that you would love it."

This little miracle in a jar goes by the name of Erase Paste. And it is my new best friend. It came with me on vacation and saved my jet-lagged ass from scaring anyone with my heroin-addict eyes. I look at it longingly every morning and thank it for coming into my life. Even Josh has remarked what a good job it does.

So if you suffer from this as I do (Supacoo, I kept meaning to tell you of this miracle product and wondering if you have access to it) you should give it a try. You only use the tiniest amount and you have to use the twee little scooper that comes with it to get it out and it's got some heat-activated component that works with your skin, but I promise, you will love it.