Self-Custodial Multicurrency Crypto Wallet. Your keys, your coins. Available on web, iOS, Android and desktop.
Simple, secure, and powerful. Manage all your digital assets from one place.
Your private keys are stored locally on your device. We never have access to your funds.
Support for Bitcoin, Ethereum, Litecoin, Dash, and many more cryptocurrencies.
Use your wallet seamlessly across web, mobile, and desktop applications.
Real-time prices of supported cryptocurrencies. Updated every minute.
Set up your wallet in seconds. No registration or personal data required.
Receive crypto from anyone or buy directly within the app.
Send, receive and track your portfolio across multiple currencies.
Unlike custodial exchanges, your private keys never leave your device. Jaxx Liberty is truly non-custodial.
Generated locally on your device. Only you have access to them.
Encrypted and stored securely on your phone or computer.
We never store your keys. No account, no registration, no risk of data breach.
"The simplest wallet I've ever used. Clean interface and fast transactions."
"Love the multi-currency support. Finally one wallet for everything."
"Non-custodial and open source — exactly what crypto should be."
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